It was just a little something to hang on her Christmas tree this year, a pair of silver earrings.

She was 24 years old, Brazilian born, with brown hair pulled back in a ponytail and sparkling silver earrings.

Nestled in the velvet lay a pair of silver earrings.

She was wearing jeans and a white shirt and big silver earrings.

It was Saturday night after all, she thought, and added silver earrings that dangled cheerfully.

Still, she remained his Sachs; her silver earrings were in the shape of tiny bullets.

She raised a hand and fingered her heavy silver earrings, trying to compose herself.

Wide shoulders, crew cut, small silver earring in his left ear.

The silver earring fell into her hand as she felt in her pocket.

He told her the silver earrings looked like little trucks.