I am but a speck of dust cast upon the winds of time... I have drawn breath for 50 years. In another 50 years, I will be gone. In 100 years, anyone knowing me will be gone. In 150 years, anyone knowing of me will be gone. In 200 years from this moment.... it will be as if I never existed. Billions, upon billions have gone before me. Billions ride this planet with me. Millions share my country. Thousands share my town. Hundreds know me... or know of me. Scores share my bloodline. Tens share my surname. A handful know me well. Only one knows me completely...... and he is never sure. Sam Spade Fantasy #1 ~back to vignettes - beginning~ ~back to my homepage
Sam Spade Fantasy #1 ~back to vignettes - beginning~ ~back to my homepage
