I was talking about Turtle Feathers, one of my 99-cent short story collections, so here’s a sample from one of the stories. I’ve posted it before, but I confess I get a kick out of it, so you just have to deal with it again.…

Who knows how or why these things happen? The same words, spoken so often they had worn their meanings down into mere smears of acknowledgment, like “Hello,” “How’s it going,” or “Have a nice day,” grew points and edges.