Abandoned like an empty beer bottle, cigarette butt, worn-out shoe.
Dennis VickersCould be an amazing product, sell like condoms at a high school prom, donuts at a police convention, sunscreen on a Caribbean crush ship.
Dennis VickersShe pinched her lips tight together, like someone considering a foul smell, three-legged dog, ugly baby.
Dennis VickersMots clés simile pinched-lips
Her hair burst from her head like a fireworks shell erupting, framing her face in spray of red-blond energy.
Dennis VickersBreathed like a contestant in a polka marathon, sit-up contest, stationary bike race.
Dennis VickersLaughter erupted from her belly and shot out her mouth like pigeons through an open cage door, schoolchildren bursting into summer vacation, water from a tapped hydrant.
Dennis VickersSnatched away like socks glommed off the sale table at Wal-Mart, dog treat snapped up by an eager German Sheppard, mouse picked off the lawn by a swooping owl.
Dennis VickersMots clés simile snatched-away
My mind spun like the flywheel on an antique John Deere, merry-go-round during second-grade recess, hard spun roulette wheel.
Dennis VickersFlipped through memories like old copies of National Geographic, pages in a yellowing high-school year book, cable-television channels looking for a baseball game.
Dennis VickersMots clés simile flipped-through
Disappeared like fog in a stiff morning breeze, teen revilers when a squad car creeps up the driveway, roaches when the kitchen light comes on.
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