The little red-haired girl and the magical island
A harbor, cranes, warehouses, industries. Now Peter was back here, to repair a ship unloader.
Across the shipping channel was an island. And memories of a magical summer long ago.
A cemetery in Paris
Carensa would so have liked to catch up with Veronica one more time. Maybe then she would have been able to break through and make some difference in her life.
A train commute and an umbrella
It rained that morning. Not a soft, raindrop by raindrop, rain. But rather a windy, more sideways than vertical, rain. For Martin, this day of commuting would be unlike all the other days. All because of an umbrella.
Then I saw your face
The long distance train sped through miles of suburbs surrounding downtown. Greg was going back to the city to meet a woman he once knew. The last time blew up spectacularly. What would today be like when they meet again?
The long cattle drive had been like countless others. The trail comprised seemingly endless miles of sun scorched prairie. Days went by and the horizon was still only a line, without any signs of civilization.