How is it that everyone on this train has so much alcohol?We always head to Canada at the beginning of the season, she says taking her seat again. Their laws are much more civilized. Cheers.
Even as your body betrays you, your mind denies it.
In the entire history of our marriage, it was the only secret I kept from her, and eventually it became impossible to fix. With a secret like that, at some point the secret itself becomes irrelevant....
age is a terrible theif
I cling to my anger with every ounce of humanity left in my ruined body, but it's no use. It slips away, like a wave from shore. I am pondering this sad fact when I realize the blackness of sleep is c...
Afterward she lies nestled against me, her hair tickling my face. I stroke her lightly, memorizing her body. I want her to melt into me, like butter on toast. I want to absorb her and walk around for...
Actually, it’s not so much that I’ve forgotten. It’s more like I’ve stopped keeping track.
It's as though I've been sleepwalking and suddenly woken to find myself here
Honey, I plan to marry you the moment the ink is dry on that death certificate.
It seems there's nothing so good or pure it cant be taken without a moment's notice. And then in the end, it all gets taken anyway.
With a secret like that, at some point the secret itself becomes irrelevant. The fact that you kept it does not.
The sky the sky- same as it always was.
I want her to melt into me, like butter on toast. I want to absorb her and walk around for the rest of my days with her encased in my skin.I want.
Stared at him for a long time. If he wanted to end his search for the beast, he need look no further than a mirror.
Sometimes I think if I had to choose between an ear of corn or making love to a woman, I'd choose the corn.
I stared at him for a long time. If he wanted to end his search for the beast, he need look no further than a mirror.
But then this Isabelle turned and laughed and in that instant I saw my wife. This made me weepy and these people whom I didn’t recognize exchanged furtive glances and shortly thereafter announced that...
Ones I had watched.
Off, but Osgood, the photographer, was already snoring softly. He was in the center seat, wedged between John Thigpen and
My intention that people will feel like throttling her