Ever After: Chapter 4
What Dreams and Nightmares are made ofWhite paper wings drifted on a lazy midday breeze across the office. It passed across a basin of water, and between two bottles of wine flanking it. The front dipped once towards a pile of papers on the desk. Then, a second one dropped it amid purple hairs of a detective. Arcavato clicked his tongue in annoyance. This was my sixth perfectly landed airship. Pulling it free of its moorings, Arcavato sighed, “Alright, you wi...