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.”

“When’d it start?” “An hour ago,” she answered, “maybe two?”

Another swing of the axe came.

“I should have trust issues accepting baked goods from a witch in a gingerbread house.”

Mell dropped his cigarette. “Oh, great.”