These sentences are from my never-ending draft of Acelet's story. (Acelet was a character in Illuminations of the Heart, in case you haven't read it.)
Monday: After Los Bruch had kissed her, she had wished to tear off the yellow silk gown with the delicate red embroidered roses and hurl it and him both into the sea.
Tuesday: Servants were invisible until you needed one.
Wednesday: One impulsive, unguarded moment of laughter, and the loneliness might rush up afresh behind it, and the grief and the hurt and the tears …
Thursday: Threaded through the haze still floated the lingering scent of boiled fish and crisp, roasted capons, slightly charred pork, and venison that nine hours before had swam in a sauce seasoned with parsley, sage and mint.
Saturday: His long ringlets shone like coils of pale golden moonlight where they spilled about his shoulders.