Monthly Archives: May 2013
Her eyes widen then narrow suddenly. All trace of redness has gone from her face, and the skin has suddenly tautened. Her cheeks have dropped. She turns, stands and leaves the table, silently, steadily accelerating away.
He is shaking hands with his companion, but his eyes suddenly shift focus and he begins to gaze off to one side. I look behind me and see a girl flicking her long hair in the air.
She sits in her wheelchair, neck collapsed into the cavity between her collar bone and shoulder blades, cheering madly.
The spill of tears from not quite the lowest part of the eyes.
I am startled by the overhang of her incisors from the bottom of her top lip as she yawns.
He is staring up the street at something I cannot see, repeatedly juggling a peach from hand to hand.
She was fingering the straw in her glass as if it had frets and she was playing a tune.