bedeviled
Up on the hill, she sits on a rock, stares at the ground, and silently battles her demons.
exhalation
Night is the best time to slip out. The air is breathable, the sidewalks are mostly empty, and the world is softer and more muted.
leaden
I miss out on a chance to reconnect with her, because a phone call seems like too much effort at the time.
priority
He will fail in part because his parents don't care enough about his success.
pupils
All of the stuffed animals are wide-eyed. Some look gullible; others look stoned. A few have clearly peered into the heart of the universe and discovered the mysteries therein.
sinuous
Romeo and Juliet embrace in the twilight.
tick-tock
They toss the baseball in an arc back and forth; it hits their mitts with a clop. Clop, arc, clop... like a metronome, keeping time at sunset.
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Saturday, August 31, 2013
Saturday, November 10, 2012
Week in Seven Words #144
I had meant to post this earlier in the week, but better late than never...
crackle
The first time I step outside after the Frankenstorm, the air is cold and raw, like breathing ice crystals.
cramming
Early Sunday morning, the lines at the grocery store spill out the door.
howling
Flickering lights and rain lashing the windows, but thankfully no flooding. No long-term loss of power. Unlike other parts of the city and eastern coastline, which are unrecognizable now.
orbitofrontal
Young kids have a hard time focusing on multiple details. I see it during a game of Dominos where the child pays attention to one feature or number but overlooks another. Juggling details simultaneously is tough.
pococurante
I want to smack the people who go online to tell everyone that the coming storm is "hyped up" and that there's no need to evacuate or prepare for it in any way.
refuge
People clustered at the library looking for a warm place to read, sleep and use the Internet for the first time in a couple of days.
skewed
If they lose the first game, they tell me it isn't fair if I win the second one too. Even if the game is purely chance, a matter of how the dice land, they still want me to lose somehow, to appease their notion of fairness and make things right with the world.
crackle
The first time I step outside after the Frankenstorm, the air is cold and raw, like breathing ice crystals.
cramming
Early Sunday morning, the lines at the grocery store spill out the door.
howling
Flickering lights and rain lashing the windows, but thankfully no flooding. No long-term loss of power. Unlike other parts of the city and eastern coastline, which are unrecognizable now.
orbitofrontal
Young kids have a hard time focusing on multiple details. I see it during a game of Dominos where the child pays attention to one feature or number but overlooks another. Juggling details simultaneously is tough.
pococurante
I want to smack the people who go online to tell everyone that the coming storm is "hyped up" and that there's no need to evacuate or prepare for it in any way.
refuge
People clustered at the library looking for a warm place to read, sleep and use the Internet for the first time in a couple of days.
skewed
If they lose the first game, they tell me it isn't fair if I win the second one too. Even if the game is purely chance, a matter of how the dice land, they still want me to lose somehow, to appease their notion of fairness and make things right with the world.
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