"I've given them food, a French chef, what more could they want from me?" the suddenly finger gnawing dinner theatre, one man act (Mark Twain or Noel Coward) maestro said.
There was a fog across the still bay. In the distance, the boy noticed the boat tip over. Two men struggled to clutch onto any firm hold. One of the.
I awoke on a beach at night. It was all barren and empty; darkness surrounded me. I looked out to the ocean, and saw nothing but the moon’s pale glow.