A filament of sensation sizzled between them, like a thin string of kerosene that, for the love of a match, could turn into a wall of fire.

“Things break all the time. Glass, and dishes, and fingernails. Cars and contrac…”

“Grief is a curious thing, when it happens unexpectedly. It is a Band-Aidbeing r…”

“Once, I asked my mom why stars shine. She said they werenight-lights, so the an…”

“The best place to cry is on a mother's arms.”