Yevette Chaffey

“No one answered him and he said no more. When we reached the crossroads, he looked hopefully at us as if we might relent and say good-bye. But we did not relent and as I glanced back at him standing alone in the middle of the crossing, he looked as if the world itself was slung around his neck. (3.48)”
― Mildred D. Taylor, Roll of Thunder, Hear my Cry: By Mildred D. Taylor

“next”
― Barry Kirwan, Eden's Trial

“Talked my head off
Worked my tail off
Cried my eyes out
Walked my feet off
Sang my heat out
So you see,
There's really not much left of me.”
― Shel Silverstein, Every Thing on It

“Soon she is lost in another dimension where images prevail and silence rules.  A large, black eye flutters open, staring at Kate from deep within the oceanic darkness of its mysterious pupil.  Falling into the center of this cyclopean abyss, she comes face to face with something completely unexpected.  A tiny infant, seemingly asleep, is suspended in a cocoon of rotating beads of white light above a luminous white stone altar.”
― Kathy Martone, Victorian Songlight: The Birthings of Magic & Mystery