All things are known, but most things are forgotten. It takes a special magic to remember them. — Robert Holdstock

“Where have you been?” he asked.

“Walking in the woods,” she said.

“Have I told you about Christ?”

“Ghost-born-man-walking-on-water-telling-stories-dead-on-tree. Yes. You’ve told me about him. Show me more feathers.”

“I really didn’t mean to steal it.”

Mr. Williams shook his head. He scratched at his chin nervously. “Why not? That’s what they’re there for. Tunes belong to everybody. So do stories.”