Better to accept the wretched truth than struggle, twisting to make a wish a reality.
Or - perhaps - I should just worry about my own behavior and let others be who they are.
Don't mistake dramatics for a conscience.
The question that haunted every investigation was 'why'.
The leaves had fallen from the trees and lay crisp and crackling beneath his feet. Picking one up he marveled, not for the first time, at the perfection of nature where leaves were most beautiful at the very end of their lives.
In winter the very ground seemed to reach up and grab the elderly, yanking them to earth as though hungry for them.