The waterway behind the house
is the color of putrid blood.
Dead leaves float in the brown,
stagnant water like debris
from an explosion.
Green and brown coconuts
bob like decapitated heads.
– Patricia Cornwell, "Predator"
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Showing posts with label Patricia Cornwell. Show all posts
November 1, 2009
September 10, 2008
Neighbors
In case you haven't figured it out,
this isn't a neighborhood, anyhow.
It's where people come
to be private and left alone.
-- Patricia Cornwell, "Trace"
this isn't a neighborhood, anyhow.
It's where people come
to be private and left alone.
-- Patricia Cornwell, "Trace"
September 6, 2008
Suspense
"It's personal what people do with each other."
She won't look at her.
-- Patricia Cornwell, "Trace"
She won't look at her.
-- Patricia Cornwell, "Trace"
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