It was a generation who was dead inside long before their bodies caught up.

The facade had become all.

Things left unsaid, undone, died with him.

Her melancholic moods required Erik Satie and strong tea.

When they tore into the wall to repair the plumbing they discovered a whole civilization within, generations of creatures who'd been living side-by-side with them for years.

The day dwellers and the night stalkers shared only dusk and dawn.

The ice was thin but she believed it could hold her.