They sat half-hidden on the garage roof with their BB guns at the ready.

Once her daily affirmations stopped working Lucy resorted to swilling whiskey and cursing the world.

After the election they packed up and moved to Canada even though they hated the cold.

The sky was a painting so exquisite that Raoul lost heart for his own art.

He awoke wondering how to keep time from slipping away.

The wind sounded like crashing waves.

The ghosts and ghouls, hung over and face paint smeared, stumbled away from the beds they had haunted the night before and hoped no one they knew would see them on that long walk home.