Let brotherly love continue. Do not forget to entertain strangers, for by so doing some have unwittingly entertained angels.
Let us not grow weary while doing good, for in due season we shall reap if we do not lose heart.
Across the aisle she sat upright, unwillingly stiff-necked. About her head and neck a halo of scaffolding protruded: she body-turned to glance around the silverware-clinking room. A fall down stairs, the top of which glowered a cowardly, darkly handsome, football-playing boyfriend. A screech of brakes, a shatter of glass, now feeling the car hood cool against an enflamed cheek. The highest bars, hands chalk dried, bouncing slightly as body pulls into old familiar motions, but one unfamiliar, a slip and a too-weak grip.