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The door that would not open no matter how hard you pushed, no matter how long you pounded on it. The screams no one heard. Darkness, hunger, pain. Slow suffocation.
This is just metaphorical delight 💖
I decided it would be best to begin by cutting off the five fingers. One by one, they rolled across the cutting board. That evening, my potato salad had bits of the pinkie and the index finger.
a mother to me was no more than a metallic sensation in the back of my nose.
“Why do you suppose giraffes have such long necks?”
I especially like to watch her work—the way her eyes light up in front of the computer screen, that cute little ear that sticks out from under her hair when she answers the phone. But best of all is her tongue when she’s licking those blue airmail envelopes. It flicks out, all moist and red, and runs over the gluey edge.
Bet she looks as good inside as out—warm, red, inviting, all those little wrinkles tempting you deeper and deeper …
A bag has no intentions or desires of its own, it embraces every object that we ask it to hold. You trust the bag, and it, in return, trusts you. To me, a bag is patience; a bag is profound discretion. So then, in
So similar to something I wrote a couple years ago:https://link.medium.com/SquW1S8YyR
So if I had to explain why I made an exception in this case, I would say that I had no particular interest in the woman herself, but that I simply wanted to see her heart in the outside world.
“I never knew there were so many different kinds of bags,” she said. I took a sip of tea and looked out at the bright sunlight. The bag was almost finished. The leather was a soft cream color, the cutting and stitching were
If he had one admirable quality (and I’m not sure you could call it that), it was his ability to look dispassionately at the thing that lay broken in his hands, the thing he was about to lose or discard. He never seemed glum or sulky over his losses. He just watched calmly as his treasure, whatever it might have been, vanished from sight—and in many cases there was even the hint of a smile on his face as he watched it go.
A winning-quality note
