“Ceaseless as the interminable voices of the bell-cricket, all night till dawn my tears flow.”
“Cricket Bell.” I smiled into my phone. “How did you get so wise?”
“And if I'm the stars, Cricket Bell is entire galaxies.”
“Voices tossed up and down the long flights of stairs, sourceless and intertwining like crickets' chorus, gentle as fingers on my hair. Night, they said, good night, sleep well. Welcome back, Lexie. Yes, welcome back. Good night. Sweet dreams.”
“I draw him closer by his tie and whisper into his ear, "Cricket Bell, I have been in love with you for my entire life.”
“To the east, the night grew a faggot of luminous grey, then seashell opalescence that dimmed the stars. There came the long, bell-tolling movement of dawn striking across a broken horizon.”