I love her look - black jeans, black blouse and vest, a fedora on springy curls of hair. An attitude of cool self-possession.
A bright warren of books and tables for two.
Sometimes it's meat-like and meat-flavored. Other times it's like a rubber ball sliced up and well-seasoned.
What's left of the plant is brown, sponge-like matter crumbling on a sunny window.
The paintbrush releases ribbons of color into the water.
She has the look of someone who works in a social media company. Sleek and tan, her nimble fingers dancing across a tablet. Like a creature sprung fully grown from an iPhone.
Green pulpy whirly gunk in a blender.