Grandpa lounged on the raft in the middle of the pool like an old battleship.If seen from above the factory, the workers would have looked like clock parts.The truth was like a bad taste on his tongue.The people who still lived in the town were stuck in place like wax statues.Cassie talked to her son about girls as though she were giving him tax advice.Alan’s jokes were like flat soda to the children, surprisingly unpleasant.My mother’s kitchen was like a holy place: you couldn’t wear your shoes, you had to sit there at a certain time, and occasionally we’d pray.The bottle rolled off the table like a teardrop.The handshake felt like warm laundry.She hung her head like a dying flower. :)
