After Trump's election, the Washington Post adopted a new motto, "Democracy Dies in Darkness," which was widely interpreted as a reaffirmation of the paper's commitment to aggressive reporting (and, maybe, an ominous warning about the nation's immediate future).
Maybe the ominous whiteness of my dreams had been stimulated by the whiteness of the things Mother had been knitting and crocheting — headrests, gloves, cushion covers; there wasn't a piece of furniture in the house without a knitted thing on it.
Or maybe in a less ominous connotation, simply a poor alternative to the subway.
Maybe the book's ominous subtitle, "A Memoir From an Atomic Town," holds a clue or two.
Or here's one other, rather more ominous possibility: maybe Republican voters are beginning to regard Trump as a possible nominee.
Refusing to identify who was hit, he raised an ominous possibility: "Maybe we will stage an execution.
Maybe an even more ominous sign for market observers is that that country's short-term interest rates jumped, too, making it harder for Spain to postpone its day of debt reckoning by borrowing money for short periods.
Maybe it had seemed ominous to the locals who'd encountered it, shuddering at the starkness of the sign and wondering what might have been loosed upon their community.
The narrator says that part about "other warm-blooded mammals" in a real ominous tone, like maybe he just stabbed one.
If the Cuban missile crisis seems funny -- we survived, didn't we? -- maybe the present will seem less ominous, too.
