By Gregg Howard
A strange little man in his strange little shop showed Clyde and I a large gilded frame leaning up against a wall of crumbling brick.
“Step through if you dare or care to,” he said. “This is a portal which will transport you to just exactly where you need to be.”
“Have you been through?” I asked him.
“Many times, Madame. But as you see,”—he spread his hands wide—“this is indeed where I should be.”
My husband scoffed, but winked at me, and said, “You never know.”
Then Clyde stepped through and disappeared, and that was seven years ago.
You just never know. Liked it.
Just the way it should be. Liked it.
Brave man Clyde!