Do Gods Bleed?
“Each one, they say, could level mountains with their bare hands. Of course some said that was a myth, but when they emerged through the portal on that day, each of us down to the most unapologetic atheist prayed that the stories were true.”
The Apple Falls
“The ride was quiet and it only made Michael that much more nervous. He wanted to ask his Dad what they were doing, but he was scared. His Dad had always been quiet, but this different.”
Richard and Ophelia go to Vegas
“He was immediately aware that it was not Hayley he was pressed up against. They were lying on the floor of a Las Vegas Penthouse suite and the events that led to here were a blur. Oh, and he had on his wedding ring. He removed his hand from her boob.”
Sunday Mornings
“Mondays mean there's a whole new week to start fresh and make the most of it. But there is nothing I love more than Sundays. Sundays are morning sex and family barbecues and dinner with friends. “
Kissing Frogs
“She heard a loud crack as Tim fell backwards into her arms. She tried to hold his weak frame upright and immediately realized it was a mistake as Jason came in for another blow. That last shot sent a smattering of blood from his forehead onto the dress she had just bought for the prom. Gina was having a bad night, and she knew it wasn’t over yet.”
The Ballad of Sam and Waylon
“She was BB King, art museums and long kisses on a ferris wheel. I was George Strait, motorcycles and Schwarzenegger movies. And yet somewhere better between Die Hard and Dahli, we fell in love.”
Ghosts of chattanooga
“My heart wasn’t in any of it. As I opened my room door and turned on the TV, I wondered why I had even made the trip. My mind was on her from the second I got there. As if her scent marked the city. By now it had been a year and change and I had grown so very tired of her chains still binding me.”
Objects in motion
“As the months passed, he had come to an understanding. This is life... love, loss and transition. They weren't gone forever, obviously. There would be opportunities to see each other. But selfishly he realized that this was another moment of transition for him. It wasn't just their moving. Other things were changing in his life. For the first time in years, he felt unmoored from the world, unsure of his place in it.”
The hour of the wolf
“The moonlight shone through the cracks in the drapes, illuminating the parts of her not covered by bed sheets. Unlike his restless spirit, she was in a deep slumber for the last few hours. Sleep came almost as quickly as she had. It was the first time they'd made love that night, but one of a thousand times over the years.”