Ray Bradbury Came to Me in A Dream And Told Me He Would Hit Me With His Car if I Didn’t Write More
I recently came to know a beautiful young woman. With a smile cold and blue as an iceberg. In its infancy, I had hoped our encounter to be born under the auspices of great Romance. Much to my dismay, I soon found myself mistaken. Her interest, though perhaps as physical as mine, was business-like. A professional it would seem, though not quite of the consummate variety. And as the weight of her shrewd bargaining fell to me with all the…