She fell asleep just at the good part.

When he washed the ceiling the stucco melted onto the floor.

Even as she debated the answer to herself, she knew it was a moot point.

It reminded him of times when he had felt more alive and in control than God Himself could have felt.

The same voice that she grew to love; She too, in that same hour, died.

A surfer, he grew curious about hurricanes primarily because of the effect they had on waves.

By the age of six, she had learned that life wasn't anything like the fairy tales.