“I like your eyes when you get mad," I said. "They glow like embers.”
William Hjortsberg“I was examining the perfumed, coloured candles guaranteed to bring good fortune with continued use when a lovely mocha-skinned girl came in from the back room and stood behind the counter. She wore a white smock over her dress and looked about nineteen or twenty. Her wavy, shoulder-length hair was the colour of polished mahogany. A number of thin, silver hoops jingled on her fine-boned wrist. "May I help you?" she asked. Just beneath her carefully modulated diction lingered the melodic calypso lilt of the Caribbean.”
William Hjortsberg, Falling Angel“I like your eyes when you get mad," I said. "They glow like embers.”
William Hjortsberg, Falling Angel“Her wavy, shoulder-length hair was the colour of polished mahogany.”
William Hjortsberg, Falling Angel