I walk through mostly empty ravine-like streets until I reach the Art Centre. The extremophiles are making a fortune today, it seems.

Could a phrase reach her and encourage her to stand? Suddenly, all the furniture falls on top of her, the whole weight of the bed, the dining room table...

The dog came to a screeching halt. Growling but at attention, oblivious to the hail, it stopped and stared at the Slim Jim, licking its jowls all the while.

The peepal by the river also seemed to be glowing in a special way that morning. Though the river reflected the sun just as it did daily...