Make Something Up

He’d been around enough bullies to know that rage and pain needed to vent,

“Clara used to work in infant wear,” the manager explains, “selling onesies.”

His secret dream was to face down such a horror that it would leave him inoculated. He’d never suffer fear of anything, ever again.

A Mad Max future grafted onto a cowboy past.

“Time rescues everybody.”

She worried that with a new baby the situation wouldn’t get much better. You might be able to divide a man’s love in half, but not in three ways.

Having a child, a son, Felix M——had thought would settle him and end his wandering habits: his endless circuitous perambulations penetrating certain dives and dens of depravity which are all but unknown and invisible to the general culture.

Like the parable of the loaves and fishes or that lamp in the Temple of David, the big bag of kibble was always half full.

he sponsored strangers’ ale so he might siphon off their madness. And better was his side of the trade. For men cannot know each other’s hearts, not while they’re of sound mind. Standardized words are more handicap than help.