The Purdzilla Show

 

Photo by Alfred Leung on Unsplash I took a sip of coffee and wiped my mouth with a paper napkin. Two crows, cawing at each other, winged their way across the valley, undeterred by the rain. Wet by the rain their wings would only grow a deeper black. Haruki Murakami (in Killing Commendatore )

The room was perfectly still. The silence lent a faint weight to the air. As though I were sitting alone, at the bottom of the sea. Haruki Murakami (in Killing Commendatore )

  Photo by the blowup on Unsplash

 

On the border fugitives from law and men who hid in fear of some one they had wronged never lived in houses with only one door. Zane Grey (in The Lone Star Ranger )