...if anyone bothered to search through the laurel bordering the asphalt he'd surely find handfuls of teeth that were said to give the laurel its odd milky color, ivory with a pale pink edge, each blossom forming the shape of a bitter man's mouth.

“Certain things need not be said, and there’s nothing, not a whisper, prayer, no…”

“...and from then on whenever he smells lilacs he'll think about this moment. Ho…”

“They weren't true stories; they were better than that.”

“He opened his eyes for an instant. Other people were writing and melting, but m…”