61 Quotes by Dennis Vickers

Followed like a goat on a halter, hungry dog closing on his just-filled dinner bowl, water-bottle and towel carrier behind the tuba section of a marching band.

Rang in my ears like Easter morning churchbells in Rome, rumble from an unmuffled Harley, fireworks shells exploding over a Fourth-of-July parade.

Your eyes flash like Fourth-of-July sparklers, headlights on a mountain road, sparks in a short-circuited toaster.

He yawned like a black bear coming out of hibernation.

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 beer sign.

Polish the young woman’s ego like wax on a wood floor, Shinola on shoes, spit on an apple.

gleaming like a searchlight, Iowa moon, silver plate.

Hung in the air like fart gas in an elevator, insecurity in a prom ballroom, guilt around a police lineup.

Gasps erupted from his nostrils like grouse from a thicket, schoolboys onto a recess yard, grease spatters from frying bacon.