Too often had we discounted the power of children: their innocence, their beautiful naïvety, their powerful tiny fists.
In retrospect, it was easy to criticize the scientists for trying to determine the maximum resiliency of children.
As the fifth AMBER Alert was sent out, Dora’s parents began to regret not setting boundaries for exploring Detroit.
As he stood on a cliff overlooking a precipice above a fjord listening to the crashes of the sea waves against the tornado whirlpools of sand ravaging the shore, Jeff wondered if there were a better place to build this orphanage.
The other bottles would point and laugh at Jeff after the breakup. “Tampered goods!” they would shout. “Broken seal!”
Without a balcony to support him, the morbidly obese man fell downward, his shadowing encompassing a larger and larger quantity of unaware children.
