Chere Whitinger

“Aida watches Dennis open his tobacco pouch and stuff his pipe. As a child she was entranced by the process, and the glamorous stink of it, the special words: flake, shag, shank, dottle. He told her that each pipe had its own ghost, which is the taste when you suck it, empty and cold. Sometimes he let her taste the ghost.”
― Lesley Glaister, A Particular Man

“I knew I rode a rugged crest of turmoil that might crash on the rocky shore of irrational behavior.”
― Gabriel F.W. Koch, Death Leaves a Shadow

“loss counts more than another. It is your loss that counts for you. It is your loss that affects you. Your loss is deep and deserves”
― Elisabeth Kübler-Ross, On Grief and Grieving: Finding the Meaning of Grief Through the Five Stages of Loss

“The sunset bled into the edges of the village. Smoke curled out of the cottage chimney like a crooked finger.”
― Sara Pascoe, Being a Witch, and Other Things I Didn't Ask For