It was a bright cold day in April & the clocks

It was a bright cold day in April & the clocks were striking thirteen. Winnie Smoot suppressed a shudder of Triskaidekaphobia as she entered the Bldg. Her target lived on the 13th

cousin twice removed. Basically it was a forced hand out. Winnie Smoot just showed up for one sleep over at her cousin's house and then never left. Cousin It hated Winnie because

laying on the kitchen floor yelling "I am the lizard queen!" Cousin It was concerned about Winnie as this was the third time this week he had found her roaming the house

putting glue & sugar on her tongue to catch flies. Cousin It tried to convince Winnie she wasn't the lizard queen by sitting on her until she gave in. Fat chance. Winnie's lizard w

ings were bright orange with dark spots. She extended them and wriggled free. Winne took a running leap and glided away. If Itt wouldn't accept her lizardly ways, she'd find

others who would. She came across a bushbaby. "Hi, would you be my friend?" "Not if you put it that way," he said and bounded away. What did she doing wrong? Were flying lizards

capable of biting off a human's head? Was I going to die?

My life flashed before my eyes. No, it couldn't be! I...I had unfinished business. I had...regrets. Death was but moments away. "Rosebud..." I whispered, right before

Orson Welles appeared, holding a bottle of Paul Masson wine. "It's before your time," he growled. I looked up. My psychiatrist had fallen asleep, the pen still in his hand.