The bow too tensely strung is easily broken.
We're eyeball to eyeball and I think the other fellow just blinked.
(February 09, 1909 - December 20, 1994)
He was crestfallen and guilt-ridden, because he was allowing at that point two boys in his group who had not been present and were not responsible for the murder to take the blame for something he had done,
Perhaps a body of work isn't necessary for a short story writer. If you do one story that survives in an anthology, that's enough.
Who loves me will love my dog