It was not an odd twist of fate that led me to Panama City Florida. I don't believe in fate anyway. I only believe in action. I am an idiot.

One click sealed it. I didn't even flinch. I booked the Greyhound ticket and lied to my friends telling them I had done it the night before because I was drunk.

He slapped the palm of his hand hard against the steering wheel of his brand new Honda Accord unable to comprehend the utter inconsiderate ignorance one must indulge in to park in a parking space that obviously belongs to someone else. It clearly stated in his lease that covered parking was for tenants only.

Dr. Juanita Mariel DuLuca was a consummate bitch.  She had been raised in oblivious affluence in her native Argentina and had never recovered from the experience.  She had been waited on by others every minute of every day of every year of the fifty-three years she had thus far lived.

Where does the sun come from?

Does it wait for you with open arms at the edge of a new day?

Does it ferociously rise from the depths of the Earth burning and blinding?