Add to ORKGTHAT AFTERNOON we walked inland from the camp on the coast at Ghajn Tuffeiha. North of us through the terraced valley we could see the other side of the island..
\u27SHARP KID, they said. Really on the ball. And kinda sweet, in a funny sort of way. Yes, tha...
THE two of them sat at a round table in a corner of the smokefogged cafe. The tall girl, her elbows ...
THE child sat on a pillow at her mother\u27s feet, wide-eyed, - straining to hear the conversation...
Out on the island near the sand spit tip of Saint Thomas Point, two lone figures with long dawn shad...
THE FOG had rolled in from the coast in the twilight, a vaporous wave gathering substance in the pur...
BEYOND the bend in the road, an old stone house sat sphinxlike in the morning sun..
IT HAD been a fine day. A streak of gulls drove in, dodged - - and screeched at the shore where the ...
MA W , do you want a drink? Minnie looked up at the small boy. She rose to her feet, straightened h...
Far to the east of Bremen, a youth and his uncle, who was old in that day, walked across a part of L...
The wind, cold from Arctic seas, flattened like a crouching animal as it rushed in across the barren...
The small boy leaned, stomach first, against the meat display case, traced circles with the toe of h...
The sky was dark, though it was afternoon, and the air still but not peaceful. You stood beside your...
Jamie and me walked pretty slow through old man Carter\u27s field; slower than most of the other guy...
In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay\u27s first paragraph. The bed was hard, the room was hot...
THE morning was damp and overcast. As my younger sister followed me down the sagging, wooden steps, ...
\u27SHARP KID, they said. Really on the ball. And kinda sweet, in a funny sort of way. Yes, tha...
THE two of them sat at a round table in a corner of the smokefogged cafe. The tall girl, her elbows ...
THE child sat on a pillow at her mother\u27s feet, wide-eyed, - straining to hear the conversation...
Out on the island near the sand spit tip of Saint Thomas Point, two lone figures with long dawn shad...
THE FOG had rolled in from the coast in the twilight, a vaporous wave gathering substance in the pur...
BEYOND the bend in the road, an old stone house sat sphinxlike in the morning sun..
IT HAD been a fine day. A streak of gulls drove in, dodged - - and screeched at the shore where the ...
MA W , do you want a drink? Minnie looked up at the small boy. She rose to her feet, straightened h...
Far to the east of Bremen, a youth and his uncle, who was old in that day, walked across a part of L...
The wind, cold from Arctic seas, flattened like a crouching animal as it rushed in across the barren...
The small boy leaned, stomach first, against the meat display case, traced circles with the toe of h...
The sky was dark, though it was afternoon, and the air still but not peaceful. You stood beside your...
Jamie and me walked pretty slow through old man Carter\u27s field; slower than most of the other guy...
In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay\u27s first paragraph. The bed was hard, the room was hot...
THE morning was damp and overcast. As my younger sister followed me down the sagging, wooden steps, ...
\u27SHARP KID, they said. Really on the ball. And kinda sweet, in a funny sort of way. Yes, tha...
THE two of them sat at a round table in a corner of the smokefogged cafe. The tall girl, her elbows ...
THE child sat on a pillow at her mother\u27s feet, wide-eyed, - straining to hear the conversation...