Interesting law, vagrancy, meaning standing outside or walking without clear purpose anywhere.
As the men shook hands they held each other's eyes, saying nothing and everything, as though "good-bye" meant what it once did: God be with you.
Love plain, simple, and so fast it shattered him.
"Aw, man. Korea, Kentucky, San Diego, Seattle, Georgia. Name it I'm from it."
Of course, she waited the nine days before naming, lest death notice fresh life and eat it.
Trees give up. Turtles cook in their shells. Describe that if you know how.
What she felt was bigger than that. She was broken. Not broken up but broken down, down into her separate parts.
I liked the small breakable thing inside each one. Whatever their personality, smarts, or looks, something soft lay inside each. Like a bird's breastbone, shaped and chosen to wish on.
Unobstructed and undistracted, she could get serious and develop a plan to match her ambition and succeed.
Thinking back on it now, I think the guard felt more than disgust. I think he felt tempted and that is what he had to kill.
Exactly the way old folks said: not when you call Him; not when you want Him; only when you need Him and right on time.
There was no excess in their gardens because they shared everything. There was no trash or garbage in their homes because they had a use for everything. They took responsibility for their lives and for whatever, whoever else needed them. The absence of common sense irritated but did not surprise them. Laziness was more than intolerable to them; it was inhuman. Whether you were in the field, the house, your own backyard, you had to be busy. Sleep was not for dreaming; it was for gathering strength for the coming day. Conversation was accompanied by tasks: ironing, peeling, shucking, sorting, sewing, mending, washing, or nursing. You couldn't learn age, but adulthood was there for all. Mourning was helpful but God was better and they did not want to meet their Maker and have to explain a wasteful life. They knew He would ask each of them one question: "What have you done?"
"You think your twat is news?"