Spring is in the Air

Spring is in the AirSalvador Dali The Great MasturbatorSalvador Dali Leda Atomica
be getting back to the house, then,’ she said.’You can bring the mug back in the morning.’
She sped away into the night.
Bill because it was in fact on the first floor above a tailor’s shop. Entrance was via an alleyway. There was a wooden door at the end of the alley. On its peeling paintwork someone had pinned a notice which read, in optimistic lettering:
‘Come in! Come in! ! The Fresh Start Club.
Being Dead is only the Beginning! ! !’
The door opened on to a flight of stairs that smelled of old paint Door took the drink up to the loft. He put it on a low beam and sat and watched it long after it grew cold and the candle had gone out. After a while he was aware of an insistent hissing. He took out the golden timer and put it right at the other end of the loft, under a pile of hay. It made no difference at all.Windle Poons peered at the house numbers - a hundred Counting Pines had died for this street alone -and then realised he didn’t have to. He was being short-sighted out of habit. He improved his eyesight.Number 668 took some while to find