Old paper, which my mom used to say was the smell of time itself.
She yanked my plate away and took it to the sink. She rinsed some bones that looked like pork shoulder, which was weird since we'd had chicken tonight.
Feelings are memories. Memories are also feelings.
In the end, the Wheel crushes us all.
Sports section and a sticky bun. Know what that means.
Ant Prune was holding one of the squirrels in her hand. ‘And once a day, we have ta clean their little private parts with a Q-tip, so they'll learn ta clean themselves.' That was a visual I didn't need