1814 0 0
|
At street level there is a small arrow on which is printed “Museum of Numbers” that points up a long narrow staircase. There is a restaurant on the first floor. All the way up the stairs, the air is permeated with smell of fried foods
|
181423
|
Mr Robertson chuckled gently as he caught the aroma of freshly cooked cinnamon doughnuts and watched the oil leave its fingerprints.
|
181487
|
the steady, persistent work of beauty
|
181376
|
She tells me I have to face the fact that I have the heart of the Tin Man. I know the story. He had none. She is very sensitive and I have to measure my remarks because words bruise her so easily. So, I…
|
181363
|
There was something about her eyes that he couldn't shake.
He stood in line, waiting for his chicken finger tenders and one large size 32 oz. cola. No salad (a childhood aversion he had never abandoned), and no mashed potatoes. Friday night and the eve
|
181389
|
Throw them up there but try to make it look tidy. Try to become a little bit paranoid, just enough that you slightly overestimate how much they think of you at all.
|
181354
|
Quail looked up at her. Unsmiling, challenging.
Lemme just go wash my hands, he said.
She closed the door, bolted it. You won’t need your hands.
|
18132213
|
Only scotch and cheap champagne/
retain their reliable flavors.
|
181310
|
I know this is going to sound crazy, possibly because it is crazy, but still, please hear me out. I'm a relatively sane person. Sane as any of you, or I was. Just, what I'm saying is that anything that happened to me could happen to you, and you might do the same things I…
|
18131812
|
He spends his Sunday morning spraying WD-40 through the straw-like stream attachment at the expansive paper nest of beige and ivory striped wasps.
|
181364
|
It was a lover’s dark. They had been talking for hours when daylight lost interest and had gone elsewhere for sport.
|
181320
|
He slumped forward, drooling into his lap.
|
181398
|
All were part of the household of Court Astronomer Tycho Brahe (1546-1601)
who lost his nose in a duel as a student
and went through life thereafter wearing a gold prosthetic one instead
and who met and fell in love with a commoner who bore him eigh
|
18131213
|
The mulch vendor is a crook but we have no choice, not with the shortage of soil. Have to guard the stuff, put alarm wires around the garden, leave a friend in charge to spot the thieves if you go away overnight. If you…
|
18122010
|
Practice has perfected disengagement.
|
181223
|
“How scared?” Mikey said, not wanting to find out, and already looking pretty nervous.
|
181210
|
Creamcheese straightened out that spectacular yellow dress, tucking a fully exposed nipple back in under the material. She pulled down the hem of the dress, then strolled right into the Savoy like a wooden duck being pulled on a string, and headed straigh
|
181276
|
On Saturdays, we pull out big white poster boards, magic markers, and draw babies.
|
181243
|
Still no rain. Eight months, says Hollister. More like nine, says James Earl. We stand in Hollister’s high meadow, what’s left of it.
|
18121917
|
|
181243
|
After dinner, I looked forward to taking a shower and cleansing myself of the day’s mishap. Cher had other plans.As I left the bathroom, Cher nipped me in the butt, taking my towel, skin, and blood with her. I remember writhing on the floor outside my sis
|
181242
|
A father's soft neglect has repercussions.
|
181231
|
I cannot find my way back to the bubbling navel of the universe because of Spongebob Squarepants.
|
1811163
|
He doesn’t intend to lie after this. For now, he just wants to take in the sea and the quiet.
|
1811117
|
She smacked his back a couple of times with the flat of her hand
|
1811117
|
He said stuff like
‘Crikey that's a knife',” she said, “it was bad, really
really bad.”
|
181161
|
In his mind, he could hear Eve’s voice, “We had some good times, didn’t we?”
|
181164
|
This year I did not markthe day of your death.I let it slip by in an afternoonfilled with music you'll never hear,words you'll never read,a chorus of voices raised in protestat the unwavering passage of time.I don't need a numberto know that you are gone.Since you went…
|
1811126
|
The ghosts run before/
attacking horsemen. A heart/
is ruptured by a spear.
|
181000
|
Her mouth was sour; her forehead was still damp with perspiration. She leaned against the bathroom wall and noted her complexion had gone pale. She wanted to slide down the wall and rest until she felt steadier, but…
|
