Bodies bounced around like drunken particles.
Abby SlovinHer grandmother experienced them differently, as if they brought her remnants from another time, another life even, which she refused to acknowledge in any other context.
Abby SlovinSparks fly everywhere, Parker. The world’s practically on fire. You need something more solid in your relationships than some silly little spark.
Abby SlovinTree limbs boasted fresh baby buds and smiled at the brush strokes spread across the sky.
Abby SlovinSpeed did not feel exhilarating or thrilling anymore. It only felt like a rapid approach toward something distant that she couldn’t make out through the dirty windshield.
Abby SlovinSometimes walls go up between friends and you can’t see the other side. And sometimes they come down. That’s just the way walls are, and they’re everywhere.
Abby SlovinEventually, as her grandmother’s sobs softened, she pulled her away and – looking deeply into the clouds of her grey eyes – lifted her and led her home for the last time.
Abby SlovinEven with the windows up she could smell the thick, spiky aroma of cut grass and the distant hum of a lawnmower somewhere down the street. It was a sad hum, though, like the buzzing of a bee that had lost the desire to make honey.
Abby SlovinShe looked out the window at the soggy sidewalks on Saint Marks Place, as a late snowfall began to melt in the face of a much warmer early spring day.
Abby SlovinThis was the place where someone had led her, only she could not remember who and could not remember when. Just that this was where she was now.
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