…A man limps over. He appears drunk. It’s in his gait. Not staggering. A wobbly saunter. Or is it that his right leg is half an inch longer than his left? The lady smiles at him. A playful sort of half-grin. He smiles back wryly. I know that grin. All too well…

…The hill is within distance. A unicorn is grazing in the vale before the hill. She is in a curvy white dress…

Men mostly…resigned that their horse isn’t going to even show at the track…

…She lived for the Jane in her. She worked, when the right gig came along, to pay for the Jane in her. She held on to the Jane in her with clenched fists…

“The second half of the movie didn’t happen. It was Schofield’s hallucination in the moments before his death, lying there at the bottom of the stairs after being shot.”

She’s eighty now. She’s washing herself, her bathroom dimly lit. A memory comes back again. It has never really left. If it were possible, the memory would have yellowed and browned and turned brittle by now…

…I was seven when mom showed me how to make salmon ochazuke – her favorite among the different ochazukes – her way. The finer points in life took many more years to marinate…

…He sank into his bay window daybed, staring out into the cove. A daysailer with a Union Jack mainsail had caught his eyes. So he followed it, his mind blank…

Nobody saw it coming. Except for the two or three tables around him, maybe, nobody would’ve suspected the foreboding theater…