“Dear L-- Fell asleep in a park. Started to rain. Woke up with my hat full of leaves. You are all I see when I open or close a book. Yours, M” — Alexis M. Smith Copy Share Image
“The early morning sunlight warms a patch of linoleum, and she lets her feet bathe in it while the kettle heats on the stove.” — Alexis M. Smith Copy Share
“You've been here before, Bell. Remember the stories you told me about wandering in the woods when you were a little girl? It scared… — Alexis M. Smith Copy Share
“They read. The sounds of paper between them as they turn and crease and carefully avoid touching each other.” — Alexis M. Smith Copy Share
“Isabel turns down Oak toward the little vintage shop at Fourth Avenue, thinking of lunch—the Chinese place in Old Town, casting around inside herself… — Alexis M. Smith Copy Share
“Well, he began, since we're talking about books, there is a book in my story.” — Alexis M. Smith Copy Share
“It's a strange product of infatuation, she thinks. To want to tell someone about mundane things. The awareness of another person suddenly sharpens your… — Alexis M. Smith Copy Share
“They are in the middle of the sidewalk, face to face, between a tobacco shop and a trash can. Everything they’ve never said flows… — Alexis M. Smith Copy Share
“It’s never the wedding dresses, you know. We keep those, too, but only because they’re so blooming expensive. No. I’ve seen enough old ladies’… — Alexis M. Smith Copy Share
“Monotonous and thankless as her job can be sometimes, she cheers at the thought of her coworkers - a dozen of them crammed into… — Alexis M. Smith Copy Share
“There are treasures everywhere...it's a treasure if you love it. It doesn't matter how much it costs, or whether anyone else wants it. If… — Alexis M. Smith Copy Share
