Branko was right, Agoston was never very prosperous. He was a blacksmith in the old country

Just before dawn. Another blue sky turned orange. I burned through a neighborhood in Agoura Hills.

With dawn the rain abated, and as the boy unzipped and peeled back the tent’s door panel to survey the campsite

To be fair, Fred does try to "improve" the bus. A few months ago, he installed a wooden stove in the middle of the aisle

Only when he passes Ms Kriti in the main corridor does Pujari Lal realize what had happened.

A bump came up through the seat, another bump. They had landed. A string of runway lights gliding past, then a row of blue and orange Lufthansa tailplanes

She is sixty-seven years of age, she looks her age, and to me she seemed to have aged overnight one day in September 2019.

On the couch again, she propped her feet up on the turquoise ottoman and picked up her book but found she couldn’t concentrate.

My chest is still buzzing when we rise together from the planks and wander into the meadow.

They followed a path down to the shore, suddenly aware of the silence,

I turned toward her, trying to appear as though I were looking for a seat or watching out the window.

Had I been asleep, I might have missed the sound, like a strange scuttling against the walls. I glanced over at the boy in the corner, but he remained silent