The Meek Die Slowly

Your sanctum mysteries, this is the creaking door. This is your host to welcome you back, everybody on our sanctum, for another half hour out of this corner. Say hello to one of our hapless heraldians.

His father said he was going to the club one evening, but he brought it back and clouded her with it. The poor girl was almost decapitated. Which shows what could happen when you lose your hair.

Anyway, the whole affair was responsible for the song success. You hit the spa. Ha ha ha! Turn out the light. Plastar your hair down, curdle close to the fire. And listen to Arnold Moss tell us his weird and chivalry still.

It was after Sundown. And I was working in my garden fixing roses when I first saw Jane Carter. The soft spring air was full of the smell of flowers. And in the cemetery next to my house, long shadows were covering her graves with darkness.

Jane Carter was standing under the dogwood tree. The tree I never touched. I picked up the garden she is, and I came over to her. Oh, I didn't notice you in the shadow. Good evening.

I hope you don't mind. I was just admiring your lovely card. Oh, do you love flowers too? I adore them. Then I will give you some of the roses. My roses weren't the county prize last year.

Oh, I am Franz Nock, or the caretaker of the cemetery. You live here alone? All alone with my flowers. Here. Hold out your arms. Here are some roses. Thank you. I imagine it must be lonely here.

There isn't a house for miles. Oh, not too lonely. The dead are always near. Who will the flowers close to your face? All right, but good-bye. They make you look even lovelier than you are.