Their fight woke the neighbors as did the make-up sex fifteen minutes later. 

 Her innate sense of fair play had been trampled on and torn apart for four years now. 

Those Saturday-morning cartoons were just indoctrination to mass consumerism but at least it kept the kids quiet until Christmas rolled around. 

In the twilight everything took on a sinister aspect, she thought. 

Would we listen to the much needed message of peace and reconciliation? 

Hoodwinked by a carnival barking holy man and broken by the eternally passed offering plate they waited for the rapture that never came. 

The night ended in an empty bottle and a mouthful of dust.