Saturday, June 9, 2007

Super-Short

3 comments:

lswolter said...

“Tense muscles readied themselves to uncoil. Necks craned. Eyes crinkled. Fights broke out. And when the last kite was cut, all hell broke loose.” (Khaled Hosseini's The Kite Runner, page 52)

Anonymous said...

May in Ayemenem is a hot, brooding month. The days are long and humid. The river shrinks and black crows gorge on bright mangoes in still, dustgreen trees. Red bananas ripen. Jackfruits burst. Dissolute bluebottles hum vacuously in the fruity air. Then they stun themselves against clear windowpanes and die, fatly baffled in the sun. (from Arundhati Roy's The God of Small Things)

Ruth said...

"Chrysanthemum wilted." (Kevin Henkes, Chrysanthemum)