She shrieked and threw the toad into the unpurified kale and broccoli like texture of the swamp, just as a middle eastern rebel throws stones at their oppressors. Just as he reached the surface, The princess held out her hand in his direction and folded the fingers adjacent to her center finger into her palm. She then laughed and walked away in stride.
no trains stop there anymore; the old station seems to have become only but one more feature of the landscape. The parking lot that was once packed with cars and buses was now full of snow. The train tracks hadn’t been plowed either, and the snow was so high, that if a train decided to go through it, it would get lost in the cold and frozen whiteness. The doors and windows of the old ticket booth were shut tight by the massive icicles frozen onto its sides. The people that live in the area seem to visit the station only to walk their dogs, as I could see tiny footprints gracing the surface of the snow in groups of 2.
It was half past two in the morning.
She was waiting for her daughter to come home from a study group at her friend’s house.
She said she would be home by ten.
Four and a half hours later her mother came to the conclusion that there was no studying going on anywhere.
She was at a party.
She had been waiting in the living room on the sofa studying the clock each minute, clenching her teeth, and boiling her own blood.
Feelings of nervousness and anger went through her head the whole time as she sat there.
The newspaper was scattered in pieces on the carpet at her feet.