Steven has been around at least as long as John. I feel like I have betrayed John. But he has never tried to address my loneliness.
Utterly startled by this incredibly realistic dream, Ann cannot sleep so she paces around the room thinking...
They found him the next day, less than a mile from home. A ways south of the house along the fence. He was frozen, erect still, both hands clasping fast the wire. The people wondered how he could have not spotted the house. "Even in a storm he should have seen it" they said.
It was later, when they had left her a while to be alone with him, that she knelt and touched his hand. Her eyes dimmed, still it was such a strong and patient hand; then, transfixed, they suddenly grew wide and clear. On his palm, white even against its frozen whiteness, was a little smear of paint.