By Things So Achingly Small Are Lives

Dave Hung Up. And Unplugged The Phone. With A Fierce And Bitter Pain He Stared At It, Watching How, Over And Over Again, It Didn't Ring.

You'd Never Killed Anyone. Then You Had.

Words Were Power, Words Tried To Change You, To Shape Bridges Of Longing That No One Could Ever Really Cross.

... Everyone Knew That All Islands Were Worlds Unto Themselves, That To Come To An Island Was To Come To Another World.

There Are No Wrong Turnings. Only Paths We Had Not Known We Were Meant To Walk.