I'll Always Be Waiting In The Wings

Go Sit Down And Look Pale.

Books Have Been Thought Of As Windows To Another World Of Imagination

He Never Leaves, Does He?

A Hundred Yards Away, Mike Newton Was Lowering Bella's Limp Body To The Sidewalk. She Slumped Unresponsively Against The Wet Concrete, Her Skin Chalky As A Corpse. I Almost Took The Door Off The Car.

I Was Thinking About How Disjointedly Time Seemed To Flow, Passing In A Blur At Times, With Single Images Standing Out More Clearly Than Others. And Then, At Other Times, Every Second Was Significant, Etched In My Mind.