“It all goes by so fast,” her grandmother said.
Turning the pages of an album filled with faded photographs, Alicia sighed, the clock hands inching slowly towards the end of the weekly visit mandated by her mother.
“You’ll realize someday.”  And Alicia nodded, doubting that she ever would.
Janet Yung

Tooled and tempered we inspect. The family in the hallway left their
luggage in the loft. Faded behind glass they do not tell us why they
wait.  With gasp of splinter curiosity is sheathed, routine proceeds.
Our house cost so very little.
Rebecca Eddy

They say you can tell a lot about a man’s life by his funeral. The
vicar’s words heard only by borrowed pall-bearers, trespassing sheep
and a half-deaf aunt. The aunt described it best on the phone to me;
she’d only gone to my father’s funeral in the hopes of a buffet
afterwards.
Lee Hughes  On The Web

“No offense, but you have no drive, Peter. You just sit around waiting for someone to come tell you what to do next,” his future ex said.
“But what about all the poems and stories and paintings I’ve published?” he countered.
“No, that’s different,” she said.
Peter Schwartz

Idyllic from our hotel window, grass nestled against the sand, ocean waves break salty wetness, onto a quickly drying strip. Colored smells merging, nostalgic rhythm awakening feelings. The postcard promised idyllic. You, determined long ago in this seaside town. You, called me back, dared me to relive it, to get over it.
Craig Daniels        On The [...]

He didn’t seek immediate medical attention. Not the kind recommended.
Instead, wadded twenties in his already snug jeans, he ventured to the uptown bathhouse. Last time it was an embarrassing $120 failure.
After that night, He never hit that jackpot again regardless how many little blue pills he took.
Michael Solender

Creamy flesh shuddered in her bone dips, shook tears from the silent centre of spider-ravaged lungs. Meekly I squandered the look, sunk a bitter mouthful to my own marital guts. Another silence, a sullen bike through watering, crippled dawn.
Duncan Hall

Kristin went to the party hoping to get off with the hunky boxer but instead she ended up leaving with the nerdy bookworm.This is the way the world ends, not with a bang, with a wimp.
(with a hat tip to John Cooper Clark)
Paul D. Brazill

Stars shake, maybe, perpetual light from windows. I ask your doings after dusk, during digestion
we walk and walk and talk. Your smell…drunk of cool phrases, but doesn’t matter with water seeping
Into my shoes. I like this directionless testimony of feet on beach.
But that’s the past and the sand has moved again.
Joe Hollander

He cupped his right knuckles in his other palm and looked through the
greasy windows that softened the world outside. Her sobs were quiet and
the welt on her face slowly became tumescent.
“It’s for your own good,” he said.
Liam Jose
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