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My wife loved sitting on that blue bench by the window in the Quick Clean Launderette.
Maybe he knows where Katja’s gone.
He says he needs to do something in the cloakroom.
My room number was 203. I went back upstairs but still couldn't find the door.
Now I see it wasn’t me at all.
It’s the same earth again and again.
All I knew was that I wanted out of there.
Who paints empty cans of SPAM?
Sometimes I try mid-afternoon.
For her 80th birthday, we decided to give Grandma Rena an oxygen tank.
Sink into your mat like it’s quicksand.
He stood in the street with a phone playing muzak. He took a deep breath.
What is it exactly about this man you’re about to marry?
I can no longer place us anywhere but here.
The phone was ringing and I waited for it to stop.
What’s the difference, I say. What would be an actual fortune?
They are holding hands and swinging their arms back and forth.
I had this deep sense of dread, something told me this was going to be it!
Like, sin insurance. So I don’t have to worry about Hell or anything.
He was already a part of her past.
How fragile life really is. Don’t you think?
Kate walked past. She was walking alongside a man. Eddie’s heart dropped.