“It was long past midnight. Laura's music played on. It was composed in the language of stars, tinkling in a crystal pool suspended from constellations. She used chimes now and then, the chimes that characterized every patio in Arizona, the piano, the trees combed by wind. A prelude to a storm. It was like discovering the secret room in a dream of your house that holds all the magic. It was music I wished I lived inside. Around us, cactus, hills filled with jumping cholla, the heat of August like another animal heaving over us.” BeautifulMusicMetaphorDescriptionSimileDescriptiveSonoraHannah Lillith Assadi Book:Sonora Source: Sonora
“His presence suddenly made things feel off-kilter, gorgeous as if being crushed in lush velvet while cascading off the edge of a cliff.” DescriptionSimileSonoraHannah Lillith Assadi Book:Sonora Source: Sonora
“She crooned on until her cigarette was gone. The ash in the wind blew around us like hesitant snow.” SmokingDescriptionSimileSonoraHannah Lillith AssadiCigarettes Book:Sonora Source: Sonora
“I asked the boy who wept what it felt like, crystal meth, the prettiest name for a drug besides heroin. Crystal methamphetamine. His head fell back. He closed his eyes, then opened them. 'Come on, you know . . . you're just high as fuck.' Then in a dramatic whisper: 'Everything goes silent like a midnight of the mind.” DrugsSimileHighSonoraHannah Lillith Assadi Book:Sonora Source: Sonora