pushes through

"Happy New Year!"

"I got a little lost; can you show me the way?"

"Inauguration day is just around the corner!"

"Welcome to eleventh grade. You're almost out!"

"Hi, my name's what's your name? 

It’s a skull-shaped pot of wilted flowers on the porch waiting for the tide to rise, pick it up, and take it away to Dreamland, where it belongs.

"Would you like a receipt?" asked Travis. The customer didn't want a receipt, and she left with her iced latte right as the sun was setting outside of the shop window. It was nine o'clock, midsummer. Travis got ready to end his day.