As he grew older he became more emotional and would often cry while reading the newspaper.

The hotel room started to sway and Christine began to hear screams, shouting and the sound of breaking glass and bending metal.

It was a clear spring day and the mountains stood out in stark relief against the crystal-blue sky, but for David the memories of the last few days clouded his vision to the extent that it might as well have been darkest winter.

John slid the paintbrush across the canvas leaving a long red streak like a new scar and then stood back to survey his work, thinking he had just ruined the best painting he had ever done.

He had always lived with the illogical fear that he would one day go to prison for a crime he didn't commit and then it came to pass.

The man and the dog walked up the hill and into the woods, both understanding that this would be the last time.

She walked into the room, eyes narrowed, hatred coming off of every pore, moved towards him and without a word fell into his arms.