These are the kinds of things a guy thinks about when he visits his own grave.

It almost felt like she was sucking it all out of me, like she sucked on that sticky red lollipop, the one she kept licking as she drove.

I smiled at her, but she was already lost in thought, looking around the library as if it held all the answers to all our problems.

He could feel it immediately when his shoulder snapped - the intense pain of his bones cracking. His skin tightened, as if it could no long hold whatever was lurking inside him. The breath was sucked from his lungs like he was being crushed. His vision began to blur, and he had the sensation he was falling, even though he could feel the rock tearing at his flesh as his body seized on the ground.

The Sisters were Southern Baptist, and they went to church on Saturdays and Sundays, and most other days, too.

It was a promise she knew I might not be able to keep. But I made it anyway because I was going to find a way to make it true.

Stupid to the power of stupid.