If We Had Happy Endings, We’d All

I Could See How Easy It Would Be To Fall Into Loving Bella. It Would Be Exactly Like Falling: Effortless. Not Letting Myself Love Her Was The Opposite Of Falling—it Was Pulling Myself Up A Cliff-face, Hand Over Hand, The Task As Grueling As If I Had No More Than Mortal Strength.

Here's To Responsibility, Twice A Week.

Happiness Expanded Like An Explosion Inside Me – So Extreme, So Violent That I Wasn’t Sure I’d Survive It.

Those Who Lived In Peaceful Nations Had Looked The Other Way As Members Of Their Own Species Starved On Their Door Step.

Silently, I Lifted My Doggy Bowl Off The Floor. Then, With A Quick, Powerful Flip Of My Wrist, I Threw It Into The Back Of Blondie’s Head So Hard That – With An Earsplitting Bang – It Smashed Flat Before It Ricocheted Across The Room And Snapped The Round Top Piece Off The Thick Newel Post At The Foot Of The Stairs.