Nothing in the world could make him disagree.

No one could convince him that the cookie wasn't worth it.

Where's the grub?

It'd sounded better when the hobo had said it.

So, he went to Chicago.

She dropped her cigarette in the grass and picked it up.

His sniffles made him always a little delirious.

The leaves at that speed burst sharply on his legs, so he took the road.

Today everyone grew red hair and smiled at me.

"Whoa!" and the baby grabbed his eyelid.

They arrived to the cheery smell of coffee and vacuum cleaner bags.

It smelled like woodsmoke but it could have been bacon in the air.

A leaf fell a long way down and landed on her face -- her nose was irresistable.

He fell in the leaves!

He wore a cardigan, and needed it, for the first time in months, and it made him melt into autumn.

The best he could do was say "Yes, okay."

"I'm sore as a god," he said, "and all I want to do is sleep."

"Stupid, stupid Cary! Stupid!" And his fists met his skull.

"Get in the car!" It hurt to say his name.

At first the sweater smelled like cat piss, but since he'd just rode home in the muddy rain he wasn't sure what'd caused the stink.

They were at the bridge where John had said, "It looks fake."

The humid breeze flitted the papers on his desk, rustling muddily and disturbing his sleep; it happened gently.

He had gone upstairs, changed his shoes, taken a piss, and forgotten there was anything else he'd gone up for, leaving the card under a cleaner's receipt on his sill.

"Goodnight. It was good having you again."

The noodles were mostly salt and not enough to fill him.

Bed was where he would stay today, until someone called for him, and even then he would only raise his swollen head, yell, and let it fall again.

He gasped but it made him cough.

"I may be big in Japan," she told him, "but people like you can still make me feel like crap."

She torqued his arm until it bent like a garden hose.

Her udder was sore as ever.

One of the legs snapped and he fell on his side but it didn't hurt and he stayed there, watching the sideways lawn.

After entering bed and blanketing myself comfortably, I curled to my side and met a beetle who'd just flown and stuck itself to the wall inches from my nose.