The darkness returned and this time it stayed for good.

I turned the TV off and headed for the woods wondering if I'd even bother to come back for my things.

Good friends and former enemies, old lovers and deserted flames stood over his grave and sang a mournful song.

She began to believe the lies told about her.

"The best sex I ever had was on an elevator," the drunken woman stage whispered to her friends at the table next to ours.

They found what was left of the photo album smoldering in the fireplace.

It was getting harder for Jim to parse out the soreness from his workouts with the newer strange pains that came with age.