Cloaked in silence, enveloped by a cloying gloom, Death stood in the Great Hall's cavernous doorway, waiting. For what or for whom, he wasn't quite sure? In fact, death's whole day had been one catastrophe after another, the chemical plant's toxic spill, the motorway pile-up and now a mystery corpse.
To that girl, I say, a mystery, you were a secret when I met you I was mute, blundering, tongueless, awestruck and fumbling You were aloof, untouchable, a thought inside my head. Your pretty face, those hazel eyes I let you go, you walked away. You wondered why? he’s such a fool, was it something…Read more To That Girl