Sublime

jaded

Sic!

Still, I wanted to believe; indeed I longed to; and, in the end, how much of belief comes from longing?

spates

temerarious

Jenny had saved the precious grains of sand in an empty Colman’s mustard jar and when she left home and married Simon she had taken the jar with her. Now and then, when she feels herself disappearing into his or Charlotte’s life, a minor character in their stories, she holds the jar to the window and watches the light glinting off the tiny

quixotic

Tovah treated him to the smile she once bestowed upon the creative writing professor who told her that some people were meant to write poetry and others, like Tovah, to treasure it.

They knew there were seven spots in the world’s oceans where the currents curl in on themselves, that the center of these vortexes marked the entrance and exit points of an interdimensional network. Creatures of the sea had used these portals in time of need. When whaling practices threatened to eradicate humpbacks, they fled to a safer time, too