How do you even begin to say something true, when we’re all in cheap suits and the priest is checking his watch?

Cora is way into serial killers, is the thing.

Nina sat on the curb and winced every time something shattered.

The forces that were supposed to come for her were not coming.

You could say the biggest thing we all have in common is that, really, we’re on our own.

When she fell out of love with her husband, the artist painted darkness.

At this time in American history, the canyon is still the stuff of dreams, deep and wide and alien, and not the dusty hole it will eventually become.

A young woman has a man in her bed, and they’re sweating and working hard at the thing they’re doing together, when the tornado siren begins to scream across the apartment complex.

When she heard the bowling alley was burning, we high tailed it down there.