At first, she could not talk. Perhaps it was the sudden bumpiness of love she felt for him. Or had she always loved him?
Mistakes, mistakes, it's all I seem capable of at times.
...one opportunity leads directly to another, just as risk leads to more risk, life to more life, and death to more death.
Shadows of cloud lurked in the water, like holes the sun forgot about.
I'd rather chase the sun than wait for it.
When her hands reached out and poured the tea, it was as if she also poured something into me while I sat there sweating in my cab. It was like she held a string and pulled on it just slightly to open me up. She got in, put a piece of herself inside me, and left again.