The light from a flower’s red leaves and blue petals combined into a vibrant purple, and Susan Church wondered what it smelled like. She also wondered, for the ninth time, if the deluxe tour package included smells, and if there was a way she could make enough money to find out. For now, she walked…
He's sitting up a few rows from me, facing the opposite direction, so I can only see him at an angle, over his left shoulder. He's wearing a flat brimmed, brand-name baseball cap, turned slightly to one side. The panels, crown, and bowl of the cap are molded to his head shape, and worn from…
I have found little distinction between better writing and more honest writing.
Fire and Tide
I guess we regret so we can learn.
Social convention isn't worth the effort if it robs you of meaning.
The best time to read is night, the best time to write is morning, and the best way to focus is quiet.
A mother, of three at least. I only see the three. All boys, they run around the small area between seats and all talk at once. Their love and respect for her is as clear as their propensity to not listen well, both shown in their attention given to her just as they disregard her…
Dangerous, using the same word to describe lasting fulfillment as with someone who happens to be smiling.
Trying to always be happy is the most futile effort--an impossibility with the promise that you will ever again think only one kind of thought.
Nothing about him strikes the imagination, which is why I force myself to look. His blue, collared long-sleeve is tucked into khaki pants. The shirt fits well, but is not tailored, and I assume the pants are straight-fit. He wears glasses, as a constant fixture I would guess, from the the thin wire rims inconspicuously…