There in the garbage can, sure enough, a very dead rat with a drop of blood hanging like a ruby from its nose.
She winked at me, like a schoolchild who’s just learned a dirty joke.
He’s dressed too carefully in suit and vest, like a local doctor summoned before a congressional committee.
He is graceful and conscious of his gracefulness, like an actor.
Bob shrugs and turns away, his eyes suddenly distant and preoccupied, like an unsuccessful suitor.
I am able to sit still and notice things, like a man just out of prison, which I am, and glad of it.