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He was frightened, a creature no more or less unbound by time than I am.

Kids interfere with perfection. Wives interfere. Marriage interferes.

He cannot imagine the shape his life would take without her.

There in front of the house was his son’s ratty old Thunderbird.

Our camera pans along the porch, and we see each praying woman.

It was on a mid-June morning that the stranger first called.

Chocolate promises a happy ending. I believed in that promise.

Write simple sentences. Report. Don’t moralize. No pretensions.

The eyes looked into his own with a meaning, a malign significance.

Five dark shapes loped after the car. Dogs—as far as the eye could see.

How shocking it was to discover these real things were not real.

Marriage changes passion. Suddenly you’re in bed with
a relative.

“He’s a mad dog on a chain. You don’t stick your fingers in his mouth.”

Miss Moses smiled, I could take you, buster. Don’t try anything with me.

I forgot to detail that the jumper leapt from beside the hanging Monet.

I managed to talk sensible Alice into a little pink outfit and high heels.

Just before four in the morning, the dog barks, the headlights appear.

She is eight years old and doesn’t recognize the word divorce.

It had been four weeks and five days since she confronted him.

On her sixty-second birthday Marge Olson got a call, not a gift.

I saw it on her face that day, a look like her heart would drift into the sky.

The little door would appear in my mind’s eye, except that now it was ajar.

He’ll probably try to get her in the sack, just to stay in practice.

Stop her there, on the bank of knowingness, just before spring.

Meghan Dunn

She could not remember what Past and Present stood for.

If your father were here, he wouldn’t put up with your insolence.

He resumed his nightly practice of writing without being able to see.