Flash design of a walking skeleton in a wide-brimmed hat and pipe, carrying a crescent moon bindle, with the words SEE YOU OUT THERE, in tan ink on a dark navy background.

Walking skeleton with bindle and pipe

Traditional · Colour · Flash

A skeleton in a wide-brimmed hat smokes a pipe and strides forward, a crescent moon bundle hanging from a stick over its shoulder. Stars surround the figure, and the words SEE YOU OUT THERE are set in spaced capitals beside and below it. The drawing uses clean solid outlines with simple linework, shown in a single warm tan ink on a dark navy background.

Traditional Skeleton Hat Pipe Moon Star Lettering

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Nobody in Callow Ferry believed my grandfather when he said the dead were still walking the Great North Road, so he stopped trying and simply took the road himself. He went with a hat he'd bought off a drowned man's widow, a clay pipe, and a bindle knotted from a flour sack, the crescent moon stitched on it by his sister the winter before she passed. Each evening he'd sit by the ditch, light the pipe, and count the stars the way other men count coins.

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On the ninth night a girl from the toll house came running after him with a letter that had no stamp and no address, only the words SEE YOU OUT THERE written across the front in capitals, spaced as if the writer had been careful not to crowd them. She asked if he knew the man who sent it. He said he'd known every man who had ever walked that road, and that most of them had been in a hurry to be somewhere else. She laughed and told him the postmaster had sworn the letter came from the far side of the hill, where there is no hill any more.

He read it by the light of his pipe and found nothing inside but a pressed star, cold as a coin. He put it in the moon-bundle beside the bread, and walked on, bones knocking softly under his coat like a sack of spoons. I have his bindle now, and the star is still in it. When the wind comes up off the marsh I take it out, hold it to the lamp, and tell the children that the road goes on, and that somebody will be waiting at the end of it with a hat and a light.