“Abandoned like an empty beer bottle, cigarette butt, worn-out shoe.” — Dennis Vickers Copy Share Image
“She looked at the ceiling, eyelashes batting like hummingbird wings.” — Dennis Vickers Copy Share Image
“Deep ridges crossed his forehead like terraces in a Thai hillside, tucks in a leather cushion, troughs across a bloodhound’s jowls.” — Dennis Vickers Copy Share Image
“Faded like morning fog in the rising sun, sports team logo on a cheap T-shirt, ninety-nine dollar paint job on a Chevy.” — Dennis Vickers Copy Share Image
“Rang in my ears like Easter morning churchbells in Rome, rumble from an unmuffled Harley, fireworks shells exploding over a Fourth-of-July parade.” — Dennis Vickers Copy Share Image
“The flesh of her butt jiggled like water-filled beach balls, oil drops dangling from a soupspoon, oversized Jell-O dessert cups.” — Dennis Vickers Copy Share Image
“Screamed like a manic cheerleader heaping encouragement on her high school’s punt returner as he breaks through the first wall of blocks.” — Dennis Vickers Copy Share Image
“Gasps erupted from his nostrils like grouse from a thicket, schoolboys onto a recess yard, grease spatters from frying bacon.” — Dennis Vickers Copy Share Image
“Hung in the air like fart gas in an elevator, insecurity in a prom ballroom, guilt around a police lineup.” — Dennis Vickers Copy Share Image
“The company’s stock dropped like seagull turds on a car hood, panties on prom night, celebrity names during red-carpet coverage.” — Dennis Vickers Copy Share Image
“Followed like a goat on a halter, hungry dog closing on his just-filled dinner bowl, water-bottle and towel carrier behind the tuba… — Dennis Vickers Copy Share Image
“Fluorescent lights on the ceiling lit up the white Formica top of her desk like an operating table, white-sand beach at high… — Dennis Vickers Copy Share Image
“Tourists hurried past them on the pedestrian-only street like chickens scampering to the feeder, cars scurrying through a tollgate, Niagara River rushing… — Dennis Vickers Copy Share Image
“Suddenly, she emitted a loud, long fart, like air escaping a beach ball, exhaust pipe of a Model T, tire-inflating hose at… — Dennis Vickers Copy Share Image
“Wrinkles appeared and disappeared as he squinted his eyes and relaxed them, like someone peering into a strobe light, police car-top beacon,… — Dennis Vickers Copy Share Image
“Snatched away like socks glommed off the sale table at Wal-Mart, dog treat snapped up by an eager German Sheppard, mouse picked… — Dennis Vickers Copy Share Image
“High-pitched squeal like a beauty pageant contestant found best in show, Oprah audience member given a new Chevy, rookie actress surprised with… — Dennis Vickers Copy Share Image
“Could be an amazing product, sell like condoms at a high school prom, donuts at a police convention, sunscreen on a Caribbean… — Dennis Vickers Copy Share Image
“Studied all year and wrote in my journal like a nun works a Rosary, dog with a new bone, bee in his… — Dennis Vickers Copy Share Image
“Her hair burst from her head like a fireworks shell erupting, framing her face in spray of red-blond energy.” — Dennis Vickers Copy Share Image
“Squeal like a cheerleader named prom queen, aging retiree placing the game-winning bingo button, frenzied fan finding Johnny Depp in her supermarket.” — Dennis Vickers Copy Share Image
“Sweating like a fat woman in a sauna, nun with a tattoo on her tit, overweight jockey.” — Dennis Vickers Copy Share Image
“Breathed like a contestant in a polka marathon, sit-up contest, stationary bike race.” — Dennis Vickers Copy Share Image
“Her brown eyes flashed like headlamps on a police cruiser, cameras at a Superbowl kickoff, lightning over Frankenstein’s castle.” — Dennis Vickers Copy Share Image
“Probing the corners of the room like a caged cat, fly caught in a jar, fart in an elevator.” — Dennis Vickers Copy Share Image
“Polish the young woman’s ego like wax on a wood floor, Shinola on shoes, spit on an apple.” — Dennis Vickers Copy Share Image
“Disappeared like fog in a stiff morning breeze, teen revilers when a squad car creeps up the driveway, roaches when the kitchen… — Dennis Vickers Copy Share Image
“Your eyes flash like Fourth-of-July sparklers, headlights on a mountain road, sparks in a short-circuited toaster.” — Dennis Vickers Copy Share Image
“Like a fire alarm going off in your ear, sulfur up your nose, mouth full of sour milk, reality is what it… — Dennis Vickers Copy Share Image
“My mind spun like the flywheel on an antique John Deere, merry-go-round during second-grade recess, hard spun roulette wheel.” — Dennis Vickers Copy Share Image
“Flipped through memories like old copies of National Geographic, pages in a yellowing high-school year book, cable-television channels looking for a baseball… — Dennis Vickers Copy Share Image
“A surprising number, like options in the cereal aisle, liberal studies graduates working fast food, people who don’t know Shakespeare coined the… — Dennis Vickers Copy Share Image
“She pinched her lips tight together, like someone considering a foul smell, three-legged dog, ugly baby.” — Dennis Vickers Copy Share Image
“Our reality may be fabled, but surely will be fleeting, because when the storyteller looks away, the story collapses. In the end, we vanish… — Dennis Vickers Copy Share Image
“Faded like morning fog in the rising sun, sports team logo on a cheap T-shirt, ninety-nine dollar paint job on a Chevy.” — Dennis Vickers Copy Share Image
“Her eyes beamed over the top of the cup like Peterbilt high beams coming over a hillcrest, full moon rising over a mountain lake… — Dennis Vickers Copy Share Image
“No difference making a living with what’s between your ears and making one with what’s between your legs.” — Dennis Vickers Copy Share Image
“Your mother’s chili was onions, hamburger, tomato soup, kidney beans, no chili powder, no peppers. Mexican flags flew at half staff every time she… — Dennis Vickers Copy Share Image
“Panting like a marathon runner at mile twenty, overheated bloodhound, steam engine crawling up the Continental Divide.” — Dennis Vickers Copy Share Image
“Hung in the air like fart gas in an elevator, insecurity in a prom ballroom, guilt around a police lineup.” — Dennis Vickers Copy Share Image
“Wrinkles appeared and disappeared as he squinted his eyes and relaxed them, like someone peering into a strobe light, police car-top beacon, flashing neon… — Dennis Vickers Copy Share Image
