bioluminescence
In the dark, the bracelets look like glowworms wriggling over each other.
ewes
Their singing sounds like gentle pleading.
liqueur
Orange liqueur burns my throat and settles with bittersweet warmth in my head.
predicted
Beside a windy leaf-strewn path in the park, he talks about his break-up. We nod in sympathy. We don't let on that we could see it coming months ago.
raucous
Staid men, pillars of the community, holler like frat boys. It's supposed to be a display of joyful exuberance, but it frequently comes across as forced.
ribbony
Chairs in disarray, people nibbling on chicken as others pray. The afternoon festivities wind on in unfocused joy.
tempo
A man in medieval garb hums under his breath as he cuts past the bicyclists in the park.
