“The Pathétique sonata!”

“Correct, remember Mummy playing it?”

“Yes, very well. How can I forget,” Serena thought for a second before she continued. “It was on Saturdays, wasn’t it?”

“Sundays actually. I remember that because the servants had the day off.”

“Do you realise what a lonely life you lead?”

“Do I? I didn’t think so.”

“Yes, you do Alan. I’m surprised you don’t think so. After all, you live by yourself.”

“Not quite,” replied Alan slightly offended by his friend’s remarks. “Ok, so you have a dog.”

“How can I help you?”

“We, me and my wife stopped by here ‘because we saw your sign and wanted to know more about the sale.”

“And which sale is this?” asked the arrogant funeral director as he sat down behind his overly large and ostentatious mahogany desk and …

Love you to death, a phrase Jared had heard all his life, but never quite understood.

Having smiled at the waitress who had come over to refill his mug with a sorry excuse for coffee, he looked around the table at his friends. They were all now living the best lives they could’ve ever dreamed of.

You can’t edit a blank page.

Kent hated that sentence. It seemed to be used by people who didn’t know how to write, had never written anything of substance in their entire lives, and found it necessary to try and be relevant.

As he sat at his desk looking out over the green grass, which seemed so …

The knocks on Kumar’s door grew more intense. He knew who was outside and wasn’t particularly interested in listening to a diatribe about how she, Marjorie, had to listen to her parents. After all, they are paying for everything from the roof over her head to her country club dues to the etc. etc. etc.Kumar had left India with such incredible hopes and dreams of becoming someone in his life, …