'She weighs six stone.' Silence. He'd been out here so long he had to do the math. Convert it. Six times, what? Fourteen pounds to the stone? Around eighty pounds? Could that be... 'Oh Jesus. Jesus fuck.'

Splatterdashing pearls of spring rain carelessly aimed multiple minor blows all over the above Raman passerby's body.

I spent the day lying around reading a detective novel.

I get the willies when I see closed doors. Even at work, where I am doing so well now, the sight of a closed door is sometimes enough to make me dread that something horrible is happening behind it, something that is going to affect me adversely.