I'm sorry. I shouldn't be asking such things...' She let the sentence die its own death

The day was gray, the color of Europe.

Tears were frozen to the book theif's face.

Living in Sydney, I've taken the chance to start surfing again. One of my best memories of growing up is catching my first proper wave and surfing across it and my brother cheering at me from the shore.

How do you tell if something's alive? You check for breathing.

...there would be punishment and pain, and there would be happiness, too. That was writing.

It's not a big thing, but I guess it's true--big things are often just small things that are noticed.