“The streets were awash with blues and grays – suspended in the air, bouncing off buildings, reflecting off car windows – as Brooklyn neared nighttime.”

“In the distance, they could see the headlights from cars crossing the bridges like fireflies swarming the streets toward home.”

“Bodies bounced around like drunken particles.”

“Even with the windows up she could smell the thick, spiky aroma of cut grass and the distant hum of a lawnmower somewhere down the street. It was a sad hum, though, like the buzzing of a bee that had lost the desire to make honey.”

“A thin yellow curtain hung in front of the corner window as boney tree limbs tapped on the glass like an unwelcome visitor. Despite the tiny buds on the trees outside, the branch at this particular window was still bare.”

“I used to build things, maintain them and what-not. Sometimes, we’d take things apart completely just to get a good look at the thing on the inside. Then, put it all back together...Now, I’m lucky if I can build a complete sentence.”

“She approached the car with a confident stride that implied she had lived on the block her whole life.”