When he was ten years old, he got into a physical altercation with a friend over differing descriptions of a sunset.

She launched the airplane and it caught a current and circled down toward the town, like a promise of something good.

He wondered how the devil he would verify what he believed to be true.

She missed the last bus, for to go to Belfast, and she didn't know what to do.

He continued to see inevitable events from the past as avoidable, long after they'd taken their course.

She'd stopped looking tired a while ago and had moved on to whatever tired turns into when it became a lifestyle.

Confused, affronted, he clattered about the car getting a dinner together, then ate it without noticing.