Ocean at the end of the lane. Neil Gaiman. 2014.

This is what he remembers, as he sits by the ocean at the end of 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.

Theybare memories hard to believe, waiting at the edges of things. The recollections of a man who thought he was lost but is now, perhaps, remembering a time when he was saved.............