Michael Abramson > Quotes

“A familiar oak tree. A pine needle carpeted forest. She searches for secret messages from her dead father. The big house fills the background. Wind carries a sound of distant crying, and a plaintive voice sounding like her sister.”
― Michael Abramson, Rebecca Tree

“Dressed in jeans and black Keds, Rebecca wore a Giant Monkey Frog T-shirt. Under the image of a grotesque-looking Peruvian amphibian perched precariously on a tree branch, the shirt’s slogan read “Licking This Frog May Make You Crazy.” She had purchased the shirt twenty years ago when the Phyllomedusa bicolor species was endangered. Now it was extinct.”
― Michael Abramson

“Rebecca’s image of herself had been stamped in puberty, tall and gangly, skin hyper-pigmented with spots, and soda-bottle bottom bifocals to correct eyes that had crossed at age five. Now thirty-seven years old, she stood a full six feet, with erect posture and a decisive stride. Her fiery red hair, dramatically set off against a canvas of what now registered as sparkling freckles, as the result of a recessive gene on chromosome sixteen. With high cheekbones, a narrow nose, flush lips, she presented a striking image. Her brown, almond-shaped eyes, surgically uncrossed at age twelve, shimmered when she smiled.”
― Michael Abramson, Rebecca Tree