It was true. We would probably never visit that place again.
Some inner voice told her that now or never her fate would be decided.
I grabbed him by the face and told him life only comes to a person once.
The allure of Mardi Gras is to feel this way: unseen and unseeable.
She favoured me with an even more viciously scornful “Don’t care!”
For me, Selweh was the real magic. She was nothing like my mother.
When he had passed from view, I stumbled back from the window.
She is complaisant with all her clothes off. She moves to his touch.
In a way she enjoyed the slow, sad feeling of letting it go.
She is very rich. She will leave me everything when she dies, he says.
How much simpler and more satisfying was the company of men.
I needed a paycheck a lot more than I needed to be kissed.
The tree was shaggy and it bore scars of shrapnel from the war.
The guards ripped off Mara’s clothes, pinning her head against the wall.
The chocolate was old, dusty white, the way chocolate gets after many years.
She remembers that golden ocean, the promise of a whole new land.
There was something in her voice, some awful, enduring fire.
If he’d had that seat belt on, he would have been pinned inside.
“I’m torturing you,” she said. “It isn’t fair.” Now I saw there were tears.
Our life is fine as it is, she would say to him, and it seemed true.
The author reflects on a soldier‘s experience, in just six words.
Mostly he was in a hurry, so he’d just stick it in and away we’d go.
From the flight deck Gray could see home, wherever that might be.
Since his mother’s fall, Ali had been stopping by every week to help out.
Why did it take Steven’s small coffin to get me to see my own son?
Devanand Simon was twenty-five when the bodies fell from the sky.
When you are sixteen and sixty-five pounds, you are all shadows.
The old man drinks some more liquor and whacks down two trees.
Go came up with the idea that all things were part of a good conspiracy.
I was thinking sex, she was thinking sex, but neither of us made a move.