25 May 2009

"Truth, Justice, Freedom, Reasonably-Priced Love and a Hard-Boiled Egg!"

The scent rolled over him.
He looked up.
Overhead, a lilac tree was in bloom.
He stared.
Damn! Damn! Damn! Every year he forgot. Well, no. He never forgot. He just put the memories away, like old silverware that you didn't want to tarnish. And every year they came back, sharp and sparkling, and stabbed him in the heart. And today, of all days ...
It's 25 May! Time to start re-reading Terry Pratchett's Night Watch!