On their wedding night, she cried. She cried so quietly she felt tears in her bones
The first time I met arguably the greatest American pop-songwriter of the 20th century, he was washing my dishes. A big star he was not
The warm night buzzed with the song of swamp crickets and the tenth man was still alive. The Judge's office faced the courthouse green, and even that somber old drunkard found the sights and smells of a spring evening
I was at a stoplight when I noticed the one-armed man. His nose and cheekbones were prominent – sharp; the fleshiness of his cheeks had dried and creased
Annalise glided through the door, straight to the jukebox. Chose a song with harmonica that brought her back to Georgia. Hide and seek in Grandma Jean’s backyard
He was old and lonely, sitting at the airport gate and leaning his liver-spotted head on his cane. He looked grumpy and curmudgeonly
I recognized the ring tone as I answered my cell — Elvis singing Blue Suede Shoes. I’d assigned it to my grandmother because it was her favorite song, and Elvis her favorite singer.
“Now, how many of you girls are planning to bring something besides your gift?” Mrs. Watson stood up to address us so she could see all eight of our Sunday School class, I guess. She was so short