The Thief of Always

by Clive Barker

“I only took the days you didn’t want,” Hood protested. “The rainy days. The gray days. The days you wished away. Where’s the crime in that?” “I didn’t know what I was losing,” Harvey protested. “Ah,” said Hood softly, “but isn’t that always the way of it? Things slip from your fingers and when they’re gone you regret it. But gone is gone, Harvey Swick!”