“He could feel himself gliding down like the sail of a weightless craft, forever plunging into the great beyond below where mermaids sing and summon their lovers home, further down into the depths of some complacent serenity, further down where… — Matthew Chase Stroud Copy Share Image
“Riding high and above the waves on extemporaneous notions of an afterlife, Michael brought one foot forward and let it dangle over the roof’s edge. He knew that he did not have much time before the other would follow. Some patients below could see the figure atop the building from the courtyard. They started to rile with anticipation, their irate… — Matthew Chase Stroud Copy Share
“He could feel himself gliding down like the sail of a weightless craft, forever plunging into the great beyond below where mermaids sing and… — Matthew Chase Stroud Copy Share Image
