The old man looks up. He has a sweaty neck from all the time he was looking down. He feels some relief from the heat, but does he realise that it was he himself?
The boy is really happy. He got a gift today. Now he will never have to walk again.
Life goes to death and asks for sometime alone. But death cannot die, can it?
There was a long line of shiny black cars on the road. In them were the biggest saints of the world.
The father wanted a boy. The mother wanted a girl. Everyone else wanted a lamb.
The girl was falling in love. She would hurt herself bad- she had never tried it before.
There was an open book. It never knew that everything in it was written by someone else.