Scott was a big man. Good looking, but tall, wide and heavy. He wouldn't have seemed out of place outside a nightclub, dressed in an overstuffed tuxedo, vetting their clientele. Except this would have been so unlike him in so many ways.

Sitting alone in the rain is an odd thing to do, but it hides a lot.

“Join the Space Force, see the galaxy,” they said. “It’s glamorous,” they said. Yeah, well that may have been true once

“Darling, so good of you to call!” The agent hated these sorts of calls.

It was snowing, and both DJs had called in sick to the tiny radio station. “Put the emergency all-night tape on,” they said.

It's cold out here in the wasteland, but it was colder in the city.

A master and pupil went to market one day with their donkey.

We had to sell the car to buy the giraffe.

When the strangers came, I was watching television. There was no interruption to the program, and I was glad of that. In fact no one noticed them at all, except me.