Word: flash
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...illuminated monuments of Washington. In the back seat, a clean-cut naval officer and a dark-haired beauty stare at each other a moment. Then they kiss, furiously. She flings herself on him. He gropes for the zipper of her strapless black-and-gold sheath. There is a flash of a man's hand on a creamy thigh, the pull of a black garter. Afterward, the officer and his friend relax into opposite corners of the limo and survey the damage. "My name is Tom," he says with a smile to end all smiles...
...daughter of Eddie Fisher and Debbie Reynolds, has been through drug problems of her own and gives her protagonist the kind of humor born from pain, anger and a strong will to live. The narrative voice is a bit like Holden Caulfield playing the Borscht Belt: "I'm a flash and the world is my pan." And: "I guess that's how guys are thoughtful in the '80s -- they accompany girls to their abortions." Postcards, which is really five connected vignettes, loses its bite when it strays from its emotional base in the clinic. But not before Fisher, who once...
...raid on an after-hours "blind pig" bar in Detroit, a scuffle between a Newark cabdriver and the police -- these were the flash points 20 years ago as the summer of 1967 erupted into the Fire This Time. Ghetto despair gave way to grotesque destruction: 43 dead in Detroit, 26 killed in Newark, injuries and arrests in the thousands. By September more than 100 cities had been scarred by rioting, an alphabetical roster of shame that stretched from Atlanta, Boston and Cincinnati to Tampa and Toledo. National Guardsmen patrolled the streets, and a federal commission probed the causes...
...graceful, to dance. Any lack of comprehension is swept away as these seven athletes stand on the victory platform to receive their medals and roses. They are so happy, so gloriously pleased to be alive, that passersby watch in astonishment. The rarity they are seeing is momentary, only a flash, but it is beauty...
...dear Good, I think, dear God in whom I do not believe, It pray to you to stop this, for I am deathly frightened. Dear God, I smell my fear, with an odor as distinct as ozone on the air after a lightning flash. I feel fear so palpably it has a color, an oozing fiery red, and I feel it pitifully in my bones, which ache....Dear God, dear God, I am in agony and fear, and whatever I may have done to make you bring this down upon me, release me, please, I pray, release me. Release...