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3 years, 2 months ago

I mind it a lot

The plane was so loaded down it barely got off the ground. When it finally did it took a god-awful time to get any altitude. Just missed the wires and then the cottonwoods at the river. The wings dipped a few times, and he wasn’t showing off. At last he was headed for Juarez and the tiny red tailli…

—p.88 Evening in Paradise: More Stories Noel, Texas. 1956 (83) by Lucia Berlin
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3 years, 2 months ago

to see how it was all done inspo/characterisation

It wasn’t just that she was young. She had moved around all her life. Her father was a mining engineer; her mother had been ill, or crazy. She didn’t speak about them, except to say they had disowned her when she got married, wouldn’t answer her letters. You got the feeling no one had ever told her…

—p.75 Lead Street, Albuquerque (71) by Lucia Berlin
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3 years, 2 months ago

he was the sexiest man I ever knew inspo/characterisation

He wasn’t handsome. Big. Red-haired with sort of buckteeth and a weak chin, a jutting brow over piercing beady eyes. Thick glasses, potbelly, beautiful hands. He was the sexiest man I ever knew. Women fell for him in a second; he’d slept with the entire Art Department. It was power and energy and v…

—p.72 Lead Street, Albuquerque (71) by Lucia Berlin
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3 years, 2 months ago

I saw my whole future flash before my eyes project/stunt-story

I freshened up the onion dips and chips and guacamole and went out on the steps. No one else was outside, and I was too depressed to call anybody to come see the unbelievable sunset. Is there a word opposite of déjà vu? Or a word to describe how I saw my whole future flash before my eyes? I saw t…

—p.71 Lead Street, Albuquerque (71) by Lucia Berlin
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the first and last time anyone took over herself

She hadn’t noticed his arm on the back of her chair, how his hair brushed her shoulder when he filled her glass. Without any self-consciousness, without any consciousness at all, she had eased into the man’s presence. In the vestibules between cars he took her arm to steady her, drew her in to him …

—p.37 Andado: a Gothic Romance (29) by Lucia Berlin