The snow globe-like scene outside the window was marred by the knowledge that they would soon have to dig out the car.

He was a carpenter of words.

Olivia lived her life as if always on stage.

What had once been an aura of budding greatness had dimmed to a faint patina of anticlimax.

When I'm not drinking she's on my mind.

The hinges wouldn't hold any longer and the door came crashing down from the weight of the lies and secrets.

She had a cigarette between her lips and an icepick in her hand.