The words hung in the air like a three-count indictment.
This is a line from the prologue of Black Dahlia.
James Ellroy describes the deadly silence like a Japanese sword sheathes itself in a perfect slow motion.
Words used to echo in my head. These days words hover in the air. A line or a single word,
a sentence or a paragraph, they float above me and shine in prismatic colours, casting a beautiful reflection over my daily life.
I mumble to myself;
The words hung in the air like a three-count indictment.
The words hung in the air like a three-count indictment....
