Good words

She will relocate her love for him like a spider from her house, gently.

Hannah brewed her coffee so black and so strong it had stripped her stomach lining like turpentine.

He was no older than the rest of them judging by his face, but his drawl suggested a decadent, world-weary forty-year-old.

The walls had tumbled over at some point, the whole structure now just a tossed salad of boards and charcoal.

He could only handle life if he looked at it carefully from the corner of his eye.

“The world’s an ugly place, loves. Unfortunately, I weren’t consulted when it were being made.

But their characters might have been two roads in a yellow wood: they could not have diverged more.

Each row home is designed like a cadaver lying flat on a table: at the prow of the apartment is an abbreviated entryway that normally holds Adina’s kicked-off boots and her mother’s neatly arranged work pumps, hallway like a throat leading to the open kitchen, the torso a family room big enough to hold a couch and a half-moon table covered in the