As she sails over the barbed wire fence, a hot dry wind behind her, the cow thinks of birds. How useful wings might be at a time like this. Her spindly legs crumple and pink udders squash as the round of her girth meets the hard of the ground. Parched weeds prickle...
He has eaten so much duck that he cannot talk to his wife the memory of the duck skin slips past his tongue to catch and clutch in his throat while a small bit of duck meat is stuck in the back molar of his closed mouth and the scent of Chinese spices and sweet fruit...