Maria wears curlers beneath her wimple.
Zouaves, in blue jackets and their baggy red pants, marched with impressive precision.
A whimpering cub tried repeatedly to… 43 more words
Cold air tingled the top of her hands, blowing loosely from the slated vents overhead. The air churned through a convoluted maze of metal tubing–some cylinders bigger than others; some pipes smaller than the rest–until, from the five, metal slits just above her stool at the counter, the air was expelled from the twisted invention. 161 more words