...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.

“Everything seemed slow, molasses slow, lovesick slow.”

“The sky is already purple; the first few stars have appeared, suddenly, as if s…”

“Weapons are kept from women, but such a naming suggests that perhaps men fear o…”

“...and so many orchards circled the village that on some crisp October afternoo…”