Life. That which makes me breath makes me want to do something about those breaths.

Johnathan waited for inspiration, and a bus. The bus never came.

Susan sat alone at home. She should be doing dishes, or laundry. She should stop watching tv and get some sleep. She also had a strange urge to call a friend. But it had been so long since they spoke. Still, something told her she should.

The clerk smiled. She really wanted to say something to him. But what? "Thanks, have a good day."

Cold coffee. Cold outside. Bad music in the café. Such a good book.

That was my stop. I guess I'll have to walk back from the next one. I wonder where this bus goes.

Carol rushed to the theater to find her friends waiting there. Bill was with them! She suppressed a smile and bought her ticket.