A Young American
I didn’t blame her for what she said, though. Hannah was lonely, like me, and she wanted to pour her loneliness into somebody else.
Oh, Taylor
As Taylor stands up and opens the door, beckoning Joe inside, he is too drunk to take a second glance at her shadow, which, cast in the light from her apartment door, remains on the stoop.
The General
“I’ve waited the last sixteen years for this, my son. It’s time for you to continue the tradition of honor and excellence that has presided in our family for many generations. You have the potential to be as great a general as myself or your grandfather, given time and dedication.”
“I know, father,” The General’s son replied. “I won’t let you down.”