You hoist the flag and the osprey screams.
Their duty, as they see it, is not only to serve and protect, but also to reveal the hidden vicissitudes of destiny.
“Maybe his spirit will occupy the empty space. Maybe the spirits of other departed relatives will be there with him. I might find a convention of souls.”
The story begins with the main character waking up, and you think, “Okay, this is the kind of story that begins with the main character waking up.”
This is what I get, searching for love at Healthy Donut. This is what happens when you’re looking to meet someone.
You dial the clinic’s phone number and press send, wondering if life from this day forward holds nothing but a death sentence.
He wouldn’t make a conscious move either way but stood there tying the truth and anti-truth together.
“She is battery operated,” Angel, the online sales person, had explained when Isabelle had placed her order. “But you’ll never know it.”