Mabel.

Mabel was never missing. She was simply somewhere no one wanted to look.

I’d like to move to Oklahoma, behind the solemn pine trees, where no soul will attend the pyre, and no tear shall fall for me. There shall be no tomorrow—only the faint hum of the chariot’s approach, as time slips away unnoticed. My friends have long since become spectres and Gollums, speaking in hushed tones of lives half-lived, their stories fading er…