Waiting for the bus, I pull some of my wife’s hair from my sleeve. This is the fifth time it’s been in my hands in the first hour of the day.
As a child his mother tells him about the whisperingbirds of this desert, tells him how they live in cacti and offer secrets on their wingbeats. She says watch this and dips her fingers in honey and stands out in the backyard and lets a hundred of them consume her fingertips like flowers.
Your boyfriend decides to start a small business and sure enough the store he opens only comes up to your knee.