Brett sometimes had trouble determining what were memories of actual events and what were merely half-remembered dreams.

The strays were adept at spotting a kind heart.

I paddled my board as a dragonfly hitched a ride, my small service to nature in the midst of its wholesale destruction at the hands of my kind.

She was lost in her own mind and unable to find a way out.

Where did it all go (those hours, that money, our lives)?

Time moved much too quickly those few final precious days spent together.

The dictator looked west for guidance.