The library was ornate and vast. Inside it, kids could believe in dragons, unicorns and love. But they had to be quiet. They didn’t get that

Kids hovering around the bar like vultures around an abandoned kill. Guys too fey to be on the make. And the girls who love them. Impotence.

He failed to show up and called her three days later to apologize and he said, Don’t ever doubt my love, but it was a bit too late for that.

He watches her park her car. He feels the excitement of a child. He opens the door. He wants to say something about her car. But he doesn’t.

There were these kids, and one of them says, I don’t believe in culture, and I look at him and flare my nostrils and say, I’m not surprised.