I knew she had done something awful when I found the wad of blood-stained cash in her purse.

The fog rolled in like the dark thoughts of the man standing by the shore.

For Artie, maturity came when a sunrise stopped meaning he should put down the beer and head off to sleep, but rather to pick up a coffee cup and head off to work.

He waited for news, pacing, a hollowness in his features.

Travis enjoyed wallowing in the underbelly of his picture-perfect town, as did the mayor and the chief of police.

Lacy Valentine hated that holiday in February that bore her name since she rarely received those tokens of affection.

The octogenarian radical, no longer up on current politics and slightly senile, was confused about what side he should support and so wandered back and forth from one side of the line of protesters to the other.