It'll be okay." She didn't know if it would be okay or not. She somehow doubted it, but what else was there to say?

Turn the page, continue reading, and let the next story begin.

Birds fascinated her. How did they do that, seeming to fly with one mind, each of them able to anticipate what the others would do?

Mrs. Reed grabbed Kayla's wrist. "Good. You haven't gotten that damned tattoo. Whatever you do, don't let them make you get it.

Your life is an occasion. Rise to it.

And if anyone asks what became of me, you relate my life in all its wonder, and end it with a simple and modest "He died.

We humans can never claim to do nothing, we breath, we pulse, we regenerate.