Flight Behaviour

What they say now is, The canary is dead. We are at the top of Niagara Falls, Tina, in a canoe. There is an image for your viewers. We got here by drifting, but we cannot turn around for a lazy paddle back when you finally stop pissing around. We have arrived at the point of an audible roar. Does it strike you as a good time to debate the existence of the falls?”

What if all human effort amounted basically to saving a place for ourselves to park?

Nothing stays the same, life is defined by a state of flux; that was basic biology. Or so Dellarobia had been told, perhaps too late for it really to sink in. She was an ordinary person. Loss was the enemy.

A wife was to be endured. Men learned that from television, she thought.

How could two people get the same set of parts and make such different constructions? But then, there was raising. That had to be taken into account. What could a doormat rear but a pair of boots?

The heels of her oxblood boots struck the waxed floor loudly, advertising her traveling whereabouts like a GPS.

She wondered if anyone totally understood how banks could make the ground shift underfoot and turn real things into empty air, just with a word.