Story Time by Rhonda Dahl A three headed dog bites at the boy reading in shade of lamplight, a finger bleeds words. In wonder he shuts the book, wound almost scaring him. Outside the door growls resound as Hades, guardian of the dead reins in snapping teeth. And a wood floor opens to tunnels, sooty branches. © 2002 by Rhonda Dahl. All rights reserved. Home