Real Life
Tommy! Why are you out on the concrete? No jacket! The grocery bags tipped off the steps. A bottle of milk rolled down, clattered on the pavement, but
The churchyard was so still, it seemed even sorrow had run out of words. Damp brown leaves clung stubbornly to the earth, and skeletal branches scratched at a
The graveyard was so silent it seemed as though even sorrow itself had withered away. Brown oak leaves clung to the sodden earth, while bare branches scratched limply
Emily squeezed into the pantry the instant the lock clicked shut, just a breath before the door could swing open. She pressed her back against the shelf of
Marion, dear, gather yourself! Whom do you intend to marry? shrieked my mother, tugging at the lace of my veil. Explain, at least, what it is about Simon
Marion, my dear, pull yourself together! Who are you planning to marry? my mother barked, tugging at the veil I wore. What, exactly, is it about Simon that
23October Ive been standing in the hallway, two grocery bags weighing my arms, while the frontdoor lock still clicks around the keys. I didnt even manage to shut
Mick, weve been waiting five years. Five. The doctors kept saying wed never have a child. And then Mick, look! I froze at the gate, my eyes refusing
Being with a halfpayer is beneath my station, she declared, as if Id just suggested we share a garden shed. You cant live with people like that, and
Mike, weve been waiting five years. Five. The doctors said wed never have children. And now Look, Mike! I froze at the gate, unable to trust my eyes.