Someday starts now

He said it as if New Jersey were the waiting room of Hell itself.

We have to stop meeting like this. The stray cats will talk.”

James might not come from money, but he’s got ideas and a gift for persuasion. You might even call that the wealth of the modern era.

We do not choose whom we love, he wrote. We can only choose how well.

Death still felt shame at the fundamental truth of her existence. She wanted to hide it as long as she could. And she wanted, just once, to have someone look at her with love in their eyes.

This was not going well, and he wanted to make a quick escape. Maybe a unicorn would materialize and he could gallop away in style.