The kids were in bed, but instead of making love the couple made late-night sandwiches and watched TV.

Susan switched to writing erotic thrillers after she realized the market for historical gardening novels was a rather small niche.

As Brett got older he saw his waistline expand and his savings shrink.

The old farmer stood silently watching his life's work burn.

Lucy scratched her pockmarked arms and stared wistfully at the word "Bich" that her old boyfriend had tattooed on her wrist back in high school.

The dun-colored field hid a secret.

George sat on his porch mumbling to himself about the lack of gratitude shown by his neighbors, town and country for his service during wartime, which was spent behind a desk shuffling papers.