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Time stops as the ball rolls tantalizingly around the rim.

I could become something new. Improved. Like detergent.

We’ve tried, but it seems it is in the stars for us to hate each other.

She’s innocent, guilty of nothing but the need to be admired.

You know how good she has always been at hiding herself.

Luther always had his eye on the back fence, as if he was like an animal.

At straight-up noon, the honeymoon was ruined, one day in.

These six-worders work in a strict three-act structure, like screenplays.

I went for a natural, “I look pretty even when I’m giving birth,” look.

He was frightened, a creature no more or less unbound by time than I am.

Blackout to last another day and the heat for three.

Kids interfere with perfection. Wives interfere. Marriage interferes.

He cannot imagine the shape his life would take without her.

There in front of the house was his son’s ratty old Thunderbird.

Our camera pans along the porch, and we see each praying woman.

It was on a mid-June morning that the stranger first called.

Chocolate promises a happy ending. I believed in that promise.

Write simple sentences. Report. Don’t moralize. No pretensions.

The eyes looked into his own with a meaning, a malign significance.

Five dark shapes loped after the car. Dogs—as far as the eye could see.

How shocking it was to discover these real things were not real.

Marriage changes passion. Suddenly you’re in bed with
a relative.

“He’s a mad dog on a chain. You don’t stick your fingers in his mouth.”

Miss Moses smiled, I could take you, buster. Don’t try anything with me.

I forgot to detail that the jumper leapt from beside the hanging Monet.

I managed to talk sensible Alice into a little pink outfit and high heels.

Just before four in the morning, the dog barks, the headlights appear.

She is eight years old and doesn’t recognize the word divorce.