Time managed to mellow his bitter memories but not his desire for revenge, which deepened in color, flavor and texture like whiskey in an oak cask.

In the moment of terrible pain she imagined herself in the future looking back through the hazy lens of memory.

Nothing is more inspiring than a terrible situation.

As he got older he began to prefer the honest company of dogs above all else.

The cats bided their time until their owners drifted off to sleep.

The desperate hours before sunrise were her shark-infested waters.

The cry of the gulls was like a triumphant trumpet blast welcoming him home.