Sal feels time the way other people feel a shower spray’s gradually escalating heat.
Reina was six years old when her father took her up the long winding mountain road to see the dying Giant.
Imagine you've tried and failed to be a writer, and, your literary dreams up in smoke, you meet a nice man, and fall in love, and decide that if you aren't cut out to bring a unique work of art into the world, you might as well bring a unique human being into it.
The pineapple was flying! It paused at the pinnacle of its arc, weightless, and then began its descent—slow, sinking, faster, faster—finally landing with a thump into the tall grass beside the road.
Arrive early on a grey-stained morning at the café she has chosen. Press your face against the locked glass door.
The cup is Alice Stout’s. It is a simple, off-white thing, one of many to be found in the cafe she runs with husband Sid.
It starts as a build-up of energy that rises up from the pads of your toes to fill the space behind your eyes.