Grandparents sort of sprinkle stardust over the lives of little children.Alex Haley
The garlic-chopping knife takes an extra iron tango step, dancing with his flesh. He runs to the bathroom, showering the wound with iodine from the first-aid kit and covering it with a thick gauze blanket that turns crimson in a second.Read more →
There is a doorbell next to the front door. Directly below it, on an eagle-shaped corbel, you will find a white silken glove. The lady is to wear the glove on her left hand and pull the bell cord only once with said hand, then wait for the door to open. The glove is to remain on the lady’s hand at all times while on the estate.Read more →
The priest stood ramrod-straight, the stiff length of his greca giving him the appearance of a black monolith pasted onto a canvas of mixed blue. Between balding top and bulbous nose, the waning sunlight filled two glass discs on wire frames with images of spirited waves, wispy clouds, and nature’s ever-dwindling store of life.Read more →
I saw the whitest cat tonight.
It was sitting by the sidewalk as I limped my way home: still, elegant, motionless, with a bright red collar that I assumed contained information regarding its owners.Read more →
“Yes, yes. Excellent silhouette, outstanding symmetry. Oh, and the skin tone is spot on.”
Darla knew she was good and almost smiled. But pride had never won a battle against guilt in this ever-lasting war of hers.Read more →