His secret ingredients were sugar, love, and arsenic.
The mail delivery brought love, connection, and anthrax.
He was far less than what she needed.
He was not what she thought he was.
The language barrier actually did stop their love.
The sick man winked and accepted the money.
The snow slowed everything but his sliding tires.
She disowned him rather than reveal her sin.
He longed to be a parent. She didn’t.
His chair couldn’t hold the weight of regret.
He fainted at the sight of her blood.
His grand vision failed him at just sixty-five.
Someone knew it wasn’t right, but said nothing.
The children’s character couldn’t relate to other adults.
He planned for their betrayal, not their loyalty.
His date thought him less goofy, more creepy.
He couldn’t tolerate her fame just her fortune.
He became infamous for his lack of fame.
The path zigged and zagged but led home.
The monkey understood her, but not her husband.