I tap the bottom of the carafe against the sink and hear the glass break.

I use a flashlight to find his uniform. It is still too dark to see anything.

We need a better system.

A dead fox in the road.

A real coffee, please.

She reminds me to officially sign the kids up for little league as she walks out of the pharmacy.

It feels much warmer than they said it would be.

“It just feels weird not having anything to do. I mean, besides laundry.”

Even though it’s my day off, I offer to do the books for the game.

It didn’t come.