Tag: ann_beattie

We could go to the Warwick and have a Perrier, then I could put you in a cab.
It isn’t always easy to decipher your meaning.
It’s always so beautiful and so unexpected.
No words came.
You’re looking splendid!
Another time.
What would he dream, if he could determine his dreams?
That was the cruel blink of fate’s eye.
There you go. Sweet dreams.
They’d dance around him
Were they completely in their own world?
He felt he might sit there until he turned to stone or drew his last breath
Had he been really happy there?
Oh, I like this neighborhood already!
I was just going to take a look around
This was bad timing
When he saw where he was, he couldn’t remember how he’d got there
Maybe he should invite a tourist over for dinner
You couldn’t just stare into the darkness with binoculars
Nobody has to do anything. Life goes on