Bored. No, completely bored. Crystal took a step forward pushing her package with her feet. The man ahead of her stormed out of the Post Office. Through the windows, Crystal watched him stalk to his car. Looking down, she picked up his forgotten package. Running after him, Crystal yelled, “Sir, your package”. The bomb exploded….

“He’s sick again,” she said when Sam touched her. Every night, she stood on-guard in this doorway. With his arm around her, Sam guided her back to bed. Long after she cried herself to sleep, he stared at the ceiling and begged. Don’t let the leukemia return for their child. Please God, not ever again….

“She’ll laugh.” Turning into their driveway, his heart raced with anticipation. He shifted the bouquet of roses to open the door. She waited for him behind the door then fell into his arms. In her scent and sensation, he forgot his funny story and buried his face in her chestnut hair. “My day? Nothing exciting.”…