I am also working on a couple of short stories for anthologies. This is new to me and Im enjoying it.

Riding the train gives him too much time to think, he has decided. Too much thinking can ruin you.

For me being depressed means you can spend all day in bed, and still not get a good night's rest.

Two separate, distinct personalities, not separate at all, but inextricably bound, soul and body and mind, to each other, how did we get so far apart so fast?

The small seed of despair cracks open and sends experimental tendrils upward to the fragile skin of calm holding him together.

. . . crazy world or maybe it's just the view we have of it, looking through a crack in the door, never being able to see the whole room, the whole picture.

People that keep stiff upper lips find that it's hard to smile.