When he had passed from view, I stumbled back from the window.
“It was not wartime sentiment that moved me to ask you here.”
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?
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.
He longed only for Claire’s strange seriousness, her silent focus.
Tony’d had guns pulled on him more times than he had toes.
It is our first time, both of ours. This sentence ends with hate myself.
He fell to the floor and begged the gods. The gods were silent.
Karen was, in that moment, nothing, emptiness. She was oblivion.
Even before bills and rent and adultery—you don’t sleep well.