coat

It feels like someone has coated the inside of my hand in oil and decided to light it on fire, just for kicks.

Calmly the captain picked up the boy by the back of his coat and moved him, arms flailing, to sit on his mother’s other side, uncomfortably squeezed between his parents.

“Tyger, Tyger, burning bright,” Cassiopeia recited, for in addition to that attractively striped coat, the cat had gleaming amber eyes that burned bright as candles.

The dark color that she had mistaken for the stiff black felt of a bowler hat was merely a thick coating of mud.

Beowulf was growling like a mad thing, and Cassiopeia’s jaws were locked on to the sleeve of a man in a long black coat, who was trying unsuccessfully to shake her off.