Tendrils of purple vine, voices floating on temperate air—Findlay park, empty in the cold morning dew, was now brimming in the warm embrace of midday.
Siobhan already made two appearances in the parlour room to pick up the extension that morning.
From the never-ending, dry landscape rose twenty trees in my field of vision.
Lily builds mazes in her dreams.
In the crowded Kamalapur Railway Station, Arunima could be found wearing heavy make-up and gaudy salwar kameez.
we started at this pond in rockcliffe.
Silk. She had saved for months to afford it. Sheer gold.
The sky was hung with pink the day I sent everyone away.
I left Los Angeles early in the afternoon of a cloudy Thursday after surfing the morning in Santa Monica.
Turning over in bed, Jeri-Lynne felt an ache and a grief so deep that she clutched her pillow reflexively.