A brief line from my novel Nod, Virginia:

He was thirty-three years old, certainly old for a beginner teacher but the Ice-Cream Stop had burned down and he didn’t have insurance or the wherewithal to rebuild and teaching had seemed like a good idea.

Note: Above is a picture of the real Ice-Cream Stop here in Abingdon. It is, in reality, in fine shape!

Another line from Nod, Virginia:

Carson, head still plunked on the steering wheel, reached into the glove-box for his flask of liquid courage. He turned it up and gulped, felt the burn, imagined melting like that bitch witch in The Wizard of Oz.