Moore, Montana is a town so small that if you were to put a motorcycle ramp on either side, Evel Knievel could’ve jumped it. He would’ve crashed, of course, but not until after clearing the town. If you were to take time-elapsed photography of the town of Moore and wait patiently for the next hundred […]
“Didn’t they know we were just as afraid of terrorism as they were?”
“This was her punishment for accepting everything and staying quiet.”
The waiter informed me that I was bothering the other diners with my weeping.
“I tell myself, he is only a ghost; he cannot touch or hurt me.”
“Jin looked at Naomi . . . sibling love mixing with fatal devotion.”