There wasn't a whole lot he could do at that moment.

He played the situation again and again in his

head looking at what he might have done differently to make the situation better. No matter how many
times he relived the situation in his head, there was never really a good alternative course of action.
There simply wasn't a whole lot he could have done in that particular moment.

She has seen this scene before. It had come to her in dreams many times before. She had to pinch
herself to make sure it wasn't a dream again. As her fingers squeezed against her arm, she felt the pain.
It was this pain that immediately woke her up.

The thing that's great about this job is the time sourcing the items involves no traveling. I just look online
to buy it. It's really as simple as that. While everyone else is searching for what they can sell, I sit in front
of my computer and buy better stuff for less money and spend a fraction of the time doing it.

It was difficult to explain to them how the diagnosis of certain death had actually given him life. While
everyone around him was in tears and upset, he actually felt more at ease. The doctor said it would be
less than a year. That gave him a year to live, something he'd failed to do with his daily drudgery of a
routine that had passed as life until then.

She sat deep in thought. The next word that came out o her mouth would likely be the most important
word of her life. It had to be exact with no possibility of being misinterpreted. She was ready. She looked
deeply into his eyes and said, "Octopus."

I'm so confused by your ridiculous meltdown that I must insist on some sort of explanation for your
behavior towards me. It just doesn't make any sense. There's no way that I deserved the treatment you
gave me without an explanation or an apology for how out of line you have been.

He sat staring at the person in the train stopped at the station going in the opposite direction. She sat
staring ahead, never noticing that she was being watched. Both trains began to move and he knew that
in another timeline or in another universe, they had been happy together.

It had been a simple realization that had changed Debra's life perspective. It was really so simple that
she was embarrassed that she had lived the previous five years with the way she measured her worth.
Now that she saw what she had been doing, she could see how sad it was. That made her all the more
relieved she had made the change. The number of hearts her Instagram posts received wasn't any
longer the indication of her own self-worth.

It really shouldn't have mattered to Betty. That's what she kept trying to convince herself even if she
knew it mattered to Betty more than practically anything else. Why was she trying to convince herself
otherwise? As she stepped forward to knock on Betty's door, she still didn't have a convincing answer to
this question that she'd been asking herself for more than two years now.

She considered the birds to be her friends. She'd put out food for them each morning and then she'd
watch as they came to the feeders to gorge themselves for the day. She wondered what they would do
if something ever happened to her. Would they miss the meals she provided if she failed to put out the
food one morning?