It was the most perfect wedding, for the two most perfect people in the entire world. They came from perfect families who had identically perfect ideas of what the future held for their two perfect little spawns, bred in the most perfect little all American town, designed to produce perfect little American families.

Josh watched Emily walk down the aisle towards him, just as they’d rehearsed. Her ...

Stillness. If I could describe life in this middle west of America, that would be the first word that came to mind. Folks I’ve known from the south had the idea that all the weirdos lived up here. Shocking to me, as I’d always thought we were viewed as stereotypically boring ‘normal’ people.

Sure, we have natural disasters like anywhere else… but they usually come from the heavens, not from below....

Somehow some way there had to be a solution to this somewhere that someone knew. And yet the kind of problems weighing on Hal’s mind didn’t even make sense to him, so if he couldn’t explain his own predicament to himself what chance did he have laying it all out for anyone else to help with?

Simple, he wouldn’t. He’d just deal with it himself as he did with everything else and get the same… dubio...