by Richard Henderson

 

 

 

Dear Alice

This is of course, only a fairy story, just a

summer romance. It is about a real man called

Wiggy, though it doesn't record what he really

did; only perhaps what he'd like to have done

in another existence in a separate world. But

the treasure is real, and maybe one day you'll

find it yourself, if you search for it bravely

with all of your heart. Meanwhile, dream on my

darling : the summer of childhood soon passes,

with the turning of seasons, and often hearts

grow cold. Perhaps there is still time yet, to

go Chasing Charlie