I don't think her sense of humor gets appreciated enough. She isn't the designated "fun one," so in the typical all-or-nothing fashion, her loved ones dismiss her as no fun at all.
The ceiling comes apart in flakes like dandruff across the bathtub and sink.
By the end of dinner, I'm not sure what color his eyes are, as they were focused mostly on his phone. I should have sent him a text asking.
The tennis ball dimples the net. As the kids practice, their sneakers scritch against the leaves littering the court.
The bottle of soda bubbles and glugs as he tips it into his mouth. It looks like he's pouring gasoline into himself, to refuel mid-hike.
Confronted by the large rock with the plaque embedded in it, we try to recreate a historic moment in our imagination.
The hike takes us up a steep, leafy incline, on paths baked gold by the late afternoon light. Cloud shadows drift over the cliffs across the river.