My life looked too complicated for me to write. Where would I begin? How would I end it. The story I mean, not my life itself.

I suppose everybody sees their life this way. Maybe that's why few people write  autobiographies .

I knew I could never write one myself if I...

Years later at a cafe, half a coffee on the table. His left thumb slid across the chin. Felt the stubble already comin in. Keith shaved every morning now. HIs coworkers from Spacecity might not recognize him if they saw him face on. The time that had past. The clean...

O'Reilly chewed on the old fashioned cake donut in the car with the air conditioner on, but the engine off. He had the phone on speaker phone. The podcast revealing insider info about the case was being discussed. A squeaky voiced man spoke about how a nearly middle aged man...

He scrolled up and down the spreadsheets. Shifted tabs. Highlighted some cells, deleted the data in them. Then quickly hit undo. He did this because it felt fun. He used to scroll through his contacts list on his phone. Up and down. Up and down. You could say that Mr....

The clouds moved across the sky low enough to the earth that a city slicker  would think it might rain. But a farmer would know better. too high up for rain.

Terry had come from a family of farmers . They never pushed him one way or the other. Terry was...

The contents of the chef pan was thickening into a buttery, cheesy  risotto at half past two.

Godot felt restless when Doug had said they needed to call off their daily call.

"Doug! Can you at least tell me what it's for?"

"Yes. Charlie. That guy who offed himself."

"But what about--" Godot realized...

Keith needed a coffee . The Ethiopian place looked closed from the look of it. He thought about suggesting they try opening the door to see if maybe they were still in service. Immediately after the thought he decided against it.

The two continued their walk. The wind was no longer...

He drove around the city more. About 60 percent of it was out of power from what he could tell. It excited him in a way. A mini  apoclypse . He kept checking his phone to see if Max had tried contacting him. Nothing yet. Nobody. He hadn't gotten a...

Once alone again the thrill waned. Regret came. Why had she told the gals? She knew why, but she questioned her ethics. She was weak. Willing to throw someone else under the bus for a cheap dose of stimulation. This is what the other gals looked from her. Juicy tales...

There was no note. A  mom wouldn't lie about that. She had no reason to. Doug thought this on a loop for five minutes until he finally moved on to: but what if she's lying?

In what circumstance would Charlie's mom conceal the fact that there was a note. When the...