She didn't complain.

Forgive the content.

Kiss him squarely on the lips.

Sigh.

Crawl in a hole.

A lull in the shadows.

That siren's call.

It's that twist she likes.

She coddled them.

At the last moment.

Reborn.

She wouldn't let go.

They ran in circles.

It was hot; dusty.

With two bunches of carrots.

Gift wrap it with a big red bow.

Old time music.

A long lunch.

Something different.

Threadbare.

Eating ice cream.

She wants to feel good inside.

Windows rattling.

She braces herself.

Everything is a memory.

The bus was crowded.

Their summer vacation.

Three, as a matter of fact.

Buried.

The chore minded.

She was so happy.