He sat on the bench. Their bench. And watched the birds. And remembered.

She looked at me with wonderful blue eyes.

The target, the target. I had little to go on.

There is a bleached skeleton that holds no marrow

Truda paused at the gate and tried to calm her racing heart.

Not for the first time, the solution came to him in the middle of the night

Your thoughts trek to all the points of the compass, but still that twist eludes you

Ideas. That was what it was all about and all it was about

I am looking at something I thought mine alone...a beech leaf, brittle and brown now.

"I love you, Martha, but you break things. You're breaking us."

But in my head that summer before we moved into the town was yellow and purple and red and supremely happy

'Do you think he's sometimes too perfect?' she said quietly.