“It’s a 1986 Dodge Aries. I did what I could, bub.”

The queen squints. “Where’s your bow?”

“Let me tell you an old story...”

“Oh, just dandy,” I say.

“You have the gift, but practicing magic is forbidden to nobles. You know this!”

Waning fame turned the pop star’s eyes to sorcery.

Soon time will make him a lost boy.

Beside the solace of the sea, I read his stories of Tiffany.

“Hail Bellerophon, cunning slayer of Chimera.”