I squeezed the crystal glass in my hand until it shattered. I sat in the dim lighting of our living room. I sat in the same chair I’ve always sat in for the last 10 years. I always thought it was ugly, but my wife loved it and I thought it was comfortable. The sun was going down and my anger along with it. As time went by the sky got darker and the wind got colder. My rage was keeping me warm, but...

The roads were icy and the sky was stuffed with clouds of grey. The air was so still you could hear both of them breathing. You could especially hear her heartbeat beginning to pick up pace. She was becoming impatient. The man picked up his work boot off the young boys hand. It was already becoming black and blue. The young boy thought it might even be broken. The grown man extended his hand to he...