her body defied gravity, suspended horizontally midair. Then, splash! She landed in the fountain. I could hear her spine crack on impact.

I followed the homeowner out the sliding back door of his home to see the ocean rising on his land. His home was tilted at the far left corner slipping into the sea

colors, intricate forms, and graceful movements painting a captivating tapestry of life beneath the waves, I drift into a deep sleep as the house crumbles and folds into the ocean tide

I see a man I know shoo away three nosey ladies. I look over two sets of shoulders to view a drawing on the table: A series of twelve circles forming an arch. The woman says, “In just over a month we will be able to capture a picture of the ending.”