I stood there and stared, into the sky and at the city around me. I stood, hands at my side, and I saw what had happened to me and who I was and the way things would always be for me. Truth. There was no more wishing, or wondering. I knew who I was, and what I would always do. I believed it, as my teeth touched and my eyes were overrun.

I looked at myself in that window, oblivious to all the people around me and I stared and smiled that particular smile. You know that smile that seems to knock you and tell you how pathetic you are? That's the smile I was smiling.

I'd been in love with her for years. I never left this suburban town. I didn't go to university. I went to Audrey.

It amazes me what humans can do, even when streams are flowing down their faces and they stagger on, coughing and searching, and finding.

The paper landed on the table, but the news was stapled to his chest. A tattoo.

He's most likely robbing the bank as a paycheck on the world for winning the ugliness prize at his local fete three years running.

There were stars. They burned my eyes.