People Talk Of The Courage Of Convictions,

I Want To Be A Society Vampire, You See.

She Looked At Me And Laughed Pointlessly. Then She Flounced Over To The Dog, Kissed It With Ecstasy, And Swept Into The Kitchen, Implying That A Dozen Chefs Awaited Her Orders There.

The Lights Grow Brighter As The Earth Lurches Away From The Sun.

Eighteen Might Look At Thirty-four Through A Rising Mist Of Adolescence, But Twenty-two Would See Thirty-eight With Discerning Clarity.

She Was A Mischief, And That Was A Satisfaction; No Longer Was She A Huntress Of Corralled Game