She tried to explain that love wasn't like pie. There wasn't a set number of slices to be given out.

There
wasn't less to be given to one person if you wanted to give more to another. That after a set amount
was given out it would all disappear. She tried to explain this, but it fell on deaf ears.

The lone lamp post of the one-street town flickered, not quite dead but definitely on its way out.
Suitcase by her side, she paid no heed to the light, the street or the town. A car was coming down the
street and with her arm outstretched and thumb in the air, she had a plan.

There was something in the tree. It was difficult to tell from the ground, but Rachael could see
movement. She squinted her eyes and peered in the direction of the movement, trying to decipher
exactly what she had spied. The more she peered, however, the more she thought it might be a figment
of her imagination. Nothing seemed to move until the moment she began to take her eyes off the tree.
Then in the corner of her eye, she would see the movement again and begin the process of staring
again.

He heard the loud impact before he ever saw the result. It had been so loud that it had actually made
him jump back in his seat. As soon as he recovered from the surprise, he saw the crack in the
windshield. It seemed to be an analogy of the current condition of his life.

He couldn't move. His head throbbed and spun. He couldn't decide if it was the flu or the drinking last
night. It was probably a combination of both.

I'm going to hire professional help tomorrow. I can't handle this anymore. She fell over the coffee table
and now there is blood in her catheter. This is much more than I ever signed up to do.

There once lived an old man and an old woman who were peasants and had to work hard to earn their
daily bread. The old man used to go to fix fences and do other odd jobs for the farmers around, and
while he was gone the old woman, his wife, did the work of the house and worked in their own little plot
of land.

He looked at the sand. Picking up a handful, he wondered how many grains were in his hand. Hundreds
of thousands? "Not enough," the said under his breath. I need more.