The ocean at the end of the lane

This is what he renleinbers, as he sits by the ocean at the end of the lane : A dead man on the back seat of the car, and warm milk at the farmhouse. An ancient little girl, and an old woman who saw the moon being made. A beautiful housekeeper with a monstrous smile. And dark forces woken that were best left undisturbed. They are memories hard to believe, waiting at the edges ofthings. The recollections of a man who thought he was lost but is now, perhaps, remembering a time when he was saved...