Hard to imagine her legs once strong, the bones hard and parting water, clean sharp strokes, not bent and wrinkled like a baby, not drowning under the sticky yellow light.
So when levels of glucose are super high in the blood (meaning it's a hyperosmolar state), water begins to leave the body's cells and enter the blood vessels, leaving the cells relatively dry and shriveled rather than plump and juicy.
Despite the gloom of the room, she could see that Melanie's face was of a waxy yellow color. It was drained of life's blood and there was a pinched look about the nose.
As I passed into the little alleyways behind the flames, I arrived at a warren of tiny streets, in which a shrunken candle burned in the dark of a bare earth cavern.
They were the mummied heathbells of the past summer, originally tender and purple, now washed colourless by Michaelmas rains, and dried to dead skins by October suns.
The contorted, serrated metal stump of the mast, heaps of tangled ropes, wires and rigging lines, the white sail crumpled and sagging against the roiling surface of the ocean.