Erika Simms > Erika's Quotes

“A layer of foam from his cappuccino formed a mustache along his upper lip. He looked like a child drinking from his holiday hot chocolate; missing only were the puffy humps of marshmallow and the stomping of the feet when Mother tells him to wipe his mouth.”
― Erika Simms, Flies in the Punch Bowl

“The term hermit-like warrants definition," said Evan. "It makes me think of a fossilized eccentric who gets himself in a tizzy over speakers blasting rock and roll." He glanced out the window. "And webbed feet.”
― Erika Simms, Flies in the Punch Bowl

“The cocktails at the speakeasy were smooth," said Lyla, "but the clientele was iffy. A bed of clams could've done a better job filtering out the riffraff. Half the men looked like tanning parlor regulars with skin shinier than a body builder's biceps on competition day.”
― Erika Simms, Flies in the Punch Bowl

“With fantasies of becoming the next Che Guevara, Evan had bought a rusty Norton 850 motorcycle in Tijuana five years prior. When Macho disappeared from his hostel in Mexico City days later, the fuzzy glow of insurgency wore off, and he hopped the next chicken truck back to the states.”
― Erika Simms, Flies in the Punch Bowl