Musicians always seem to be deep in thought on their album covers. It’s a rule. Do you ever wonder what they’re thinking?

His anger turned to sorrow when he saw what they’d done to his rose garden.

She rarely missed human contact, but sometimes it was hard.

He would tell her how he felt, but not now: the humidity was playing havoc with his reeds, and it could wait for another day.

His Facebook status said “in a relationship” but they both knew that meant nothing.

It was almost too much to bear, but he knew that if rescuers didn’t arrive soon, the piano would be the next thing to go on the fire.

They were definitely going to be late now. It was time to admit that, after 30 years, Finckel’s practical jokes were starting to wear thin.

They would all be sorry.

Logically, she knew it was just a piece of paper, but as the moment drew closer she wondered if she could really go through with it.

The stone was cold and unyielding, and yet it reminded him, somehow, of his mother.

As time went by, it became harder to convince herself that it had all been worthwhile.