The panel swung shut over it.

Down in the yard two brown leaves skidded sideways across the grass and stopped against the fence.

Nobody argued in this house all afternoon.

I sat in his chair and listened to the radiators knock and didn’t move until the light turned orange on the bookcase.

The diner on Congress Street charges three dollars for a coffee and lets you take it out in your own cup, which they didn’t have to do.

I walked down to the harbor park with the mug cupped in both hands and my collar turned up.