Word: flinch
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...plot revolves around Shirley, a single mother with grown children, who learns at the outset that her cancer has spread and she has four to six weeks to live. Accepting the news with barely a flinch, she tries to tell her extended family, only to find they are too caught up in their own troubles to pay much attention. Among the brood: a son whose bitchy fiancée wants him to get into the dope trade so she'll have enough money to open a boutique and an older daughter who reveals that her younger "brother" is actually...
...staff - when a car backfired down the street. Tom recalls that I was suddenly nowhere to be seen. Turning around, he saw me flattened on the pavement. 'You never know,' Tom recalls me saying. His memory is probably true. Even now, I'm startled by sudden noises. I flinch at twenty-one-gun salutes at Arlington to honor the fallen in Iraq. My reaction is subconscious - I know I'm not in danger - but it still cuts through...
...While I am heading back to the hotel in a taxi, one of Bangkok's countless motorbike taxis weaves erratically through the traffic. A young woman rides sidesaddle behind its rider, and I flinch at the potential for tragedy. There was a complete scooter on display in the museum, and Gautier had informed me that every single component - tires, brakes, fuel tank and all - had been manufactured on the sly. As the taxi veers east onto Sukhumvit Road, the traders are busy erecting their stalls for another evening of busy commerce. But me? Tonight I'll hole...
...Scrubs ("the Scrubs") in the city's west already look grim on the outside. Their even starker interiors can be viewed by arrangement with the police - just throw a brick through a jeweler's window to get their attention. Any fan sufficiently dedicated to follow this procedure won't flinch from the dreary pilgrimage to two other Rumpole haunts: the Uxbridge Magistrates' Court and the supremely ordinary south London suburb of Penge, site of one of our hero's greatest triumphs: the Penge Bungalow Murders...
Road warriors grown accustomed to regional jets on commuter hops flinch at the idea of a turboprop. Perhaps it's that sensation of being crammed into a flying matchbox while a man inside your head uses a jackhammer to tunnel his way out. (Read President Obama's statement on the tragic crash...