Nothing worked anymore.

Ravel and Saint-Saëns gave him his only solace.

We wandered through an existential wasteland hoping Siri would guide us home.

He burned it all down for a perceived sleight.

Her righteous anger was the spark that set the wildfire.

Awash in plastic, filled with drugs, glued to the screen, and awaiting Hollywood-style love.

She told herself lies that over time became her deep-seated truths.

Our chance for survival was getting slimmer day by day.

Slowly, stealthily, the dog undermined his humans and became the pack leader.

They marched and chanted but couldn't be bothered to vote.

Like a mouse on a wheel, his brain kept circling back to that night.

Without our past it became easier for them to control our future.

The politician, with his recycled racist tropes with which he hoped to get reelected, was like a drunk bending patrons' ears with his oft-told stories and angling for a free drink.

The music lived on.

The smell of blood in the air that day presaged the darker days to come.

They were told they could do no wrong, but wrong was all they could do.

In the dawn's mauve light she saw all the possibilities of the coming day.

Nearly twenty years later, the memory of the "missing" signs plastered all over the subway station walls and the smell of burning plastic that had lingered for weeks still haunted him.

He hashtagged it and moved on.

They trademarked, litigated, stole, and corrupted for their masters.

He believed he was powerful but was the weakest among us.

The lie had become the gold standard.

Ice for blood and beer for breakfast was how Bill wanted to live his life rather than being passed over again for a promotion at the accounting firm.

The seemingly insurmountable always managed to get accomplished.

Brian wondered if banging your head against the piano counted as composing.

The days slipped into nights that slipped into a dark and hazy past.

It wasn't until her sudden death that the tenor of their final conversation, which had the flavor of mortality about it, became apparent to him. 

Jake faked his way through life while his wife did all the heavy lifting.

Their joyous occasions often went hand-in-hand with a bit of bickering and a dash of drama.