She pulls the string all afternoon, forced to maneuver past Carl whose legs are propped up on the coffee table in front of the couch where he reads. His spot to read has been chosen by his parents, as Carl has been grounded for quite some time
Grandpa always kept a trunkful of bottles and cans, especially pickles and he always set the cruise control at just under 100 miles an hour. For some reason he thought that cruise control was automatic pilot. He would recline his seat, often steering with just the pinky finger on his right hand, or not at all when engaged in an in-depth discussion on the facts of life…
When I first met the sea, I ran to it, my initial steps awkward, then welcoming, like those of a foal. I chased morning’s tide, then waited, fleeing as it swung back for me, and later, I let it wash over my ankles, pushing me gently into the cool mud and foam underfoot.
She invites him in and the cats scatter like a handful of marbles. One peers out wide-eyed from inside a box. Alex looks around. There’s a smell of incense, jasmine, stale, makes the room smell damp, like after a rain.
MENO: Can you tell me, Socrates, whether bullshit is acquired by teaching or by practice; or if neither by teaching nor practice, then whether it comes to man by nature, or in what other way?
The shop is a man’s place, a lonely place, and…
The neighbor’s dog lifts paw to ear,…
The Virginia meadow stretches out and rises…
white recedes to wet…