Being born too soon... his only misdemeanour.

Sorry it's been a while but we're back!

Tonight I was awoken by a funny sort of feeling and, opening my eyes, I saw my heart high overhead. Like a helium balloon, it bobbed about upon the ceiling

It is free for you to borrow, But costly for you to keep, The potential stock encouraging, But the late fees are very steep. Mahogany caskets guard the walls,

Chapter Nineteen: Disconnected

After a speech like that...who wouldn't love him!

"The day I finally died was a Sunday, after I spent something like thirty years avoiding the matter it was a Sunday that finally got me. " This is the first page of my novel. So please critique!

With apologies to Robert Burns