Writer’s Note

This is not a prologue. There are no such things as prologues – only bits of the story that started before the place where I, the writer, wish to begin.

This is a prestory. It was written beside the real story, and has almost nothing to do with the plot – other than the characters used, other than the world it occurs in, other than the whole five lines alluding to it in the main story…

The prestory that follows is entirely, utterly useless, except it really isn’t.

Feel free to flip back and read it anytime you want to during the course of the full story, because there’s no real need to read it before anything else. That’s just how it worked, chronologically. The real story starts about five pages in.

Keep in mind that authors put everything in for a reason, but if I were you I wouldn’t analyse anything. Pay special attention to that line if you happen to be an English teacher, okay? Because, if you analyse this story, chances are you’ll get it wrong.

To quote Ernest Hemingway, a shark is a shark.

And, to quote Shel Silverstein…

If you are a dreamer, come in…