Quotes from Laura Jacobs

She looked around her apartment which seemed to be waiting for something. Lana hated that, when the room was a pregnant pause.

The relationship itself was a croquette, too much flour and milk patted smooth into something it wasn't.

Then she stopped on one tree, one that must be dying. The branches were bare, stark, hardly moving in the wind. How was it Iris had never noticed this tree before? Such a delicate web of boughs and knots and air, it made her feel for the bare branches, made her feel she too was a bare branch, all alone in the air, and made her want to possess, to own, the beauty of those branches. But how?