I stabbed him repeatedly until he was dead. He’d been getting up all night on the half hour. Every time I started to doze off, he would get up. So I killed him, and finally got a good night’s sleep.
I’ll say it one last time, in case you didn’t hear me before. I hate to have to point it out to you, but you’re terribly self-absorbed and always have been. You often say that you’re listening even when you aren’t. You think that what I’m saying is totally unimportant, so you just nod your … [Read more…]
Summer made it difficult for them to know when to stop drinking. It stayed light so late that there was no natural sign that it was time for them to go home. As a result, in the summer every day started with a headache and a long, bright bout of melancholy. It seemed like they … [Read more…]
Dorothy had tried to sleep in, but she found it impossible after years of getting up at six, so she was up early in spite of her attempts. Though she didn’t like to admit it to herself, she was developing that elderly habit of rising early only to fall asleep in the afternoon. She tried … [Read more…]
It was a friend who told me about the library. His name was Bryce and he was always interested in things. That was his thing. He was always interested. He was a good guy, and I kind of miss him. He went home, and I don’t see him anymore. But there was a librarian who … [Read more…]