Sublime

"'Fraid the ladies will eat you?" he scoffed.

anathema

spates

Back in Brooklyn, a poet-nurse to the Union dying writes: A leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars. Jørgen never reads these words.

A sister had been omitted from the text.

belligerent,

eyes—it was like a creature about to spring.

Across the road from where she’s parked, aspens tumble down the basin toward Fish Lake, where five years earlier a Chinese refugee engineer took his three daughters camping on the way to visiting Yellowstone.

In many classic short stories, the real action occurs in the silences.