The flames licked higher, climbing the walls as Joe stood in the room, a can of gas still in his hand.

The old couple sat together on the park bench paying more attention to the squirrels and birds than each other.

The tiger stalked its prey through the high grass, inching forward and then pouncing or so the kitten imagined.

Denise, growing weary of her job, decided to rob her place of employment and move to Mexico since above all else she loved the beach and a good Piña Colada.

The kitchen staff stood watching the family eat dinner and in the boy's mind they were killers who had poisoned the food so he refused to eat.

The whistling tea pot woke her from her reverie that had swirled around the twin topics of lost love and loneliness.

The tiny bird lying on the concrete chirped as he walked by, but he was too frightened to pick it up and take it home so instead he ignored it, knowing that he was allowing the creature to die.