Journey’s end
They walk in a line, never touching, never looking up. Each one of them carries the weight of their own hearts. Dragging the tails of *N’exist pas
We were introduced at a party that my friend Rosen had thrown at his apartment. I don’t usually go to parties, and definitely not dinner *All love comes from God
He woke up late. It was impossible to say exactly what time it was but the sun was blazing through the window and it was *Slow dance
Her eyes glance away. She looks down to study the blunt ends of her red shoes. Why did she wear the red shoes. She thinks *The Ignoramus
The sun was shining brightly, and my shadow cast out in front of me with a darkness which cooled my front feet as they swung *On any road
He sat in the firm wooden chair staring at the peeling paint on the shutters. Hadn’t he just painted them last summer? He remembered specifically *Euphorbia Milii
Edith Louise Mulvihil sat silently on top of an oversized wooden trunk. Her eyes fixed on something in the distance as she softly chewed on *Sappho by way of Salinger
The house was gone. Two of the walls were still standing, but there were narrow little trees growing up from a bed of fallen leaves *