Once upon a time there lived a 21 year old woman. She lived near a bog which made her body do unusual things such as attain chronically cold feet.

Elaine and George had planned to meet at the diner. They were surprised to find that it was now a chain drugstore. They went to Starbucks instead. Elaine asked “have you heard anything from Kramer since he left the city?” George sighed. “Yeah, he’s gone off the deep end.”

“I had no idea you were there,” Chaldroce staggered.

How she was so strong, many would never understand. At least that’s what I imagine.

The furriest of creatures was in the corner.

In evenings like this I think of her. In evenings like this I feel suffocated with thoughts of her departure. After 146 days of floating in space on my own, I still cannot shake the bitter farewell playing a torturous loop in my head.

Perched on top of the bright blue mushroom, a shiny tin whistle between his curly lips, the little elf played his cheery melody to no one in particular.

Jerry glanced down at the photograph in his hand, then back up again at the woman sitting alone at the back of the cafe.