He was crushing candies.

She was breathing Sylvia Plath’s Bluebeard.

They were on the same ride;

or not!

-s

– Why are you awake at 5:41am?!

– Bad dreams. too much red.

Full stop.

-s

I passed by him and got on the wrong train car!

-s

“– I don’t love you any more.
– Since when?
– Now, just now.”