Not a girl, a child, a small boy pressed tight against a wall.
Slowly she turned around, her back pressed tight against the door.
She gave him a long, hard look, her mouth pressed tight.
It closed him in like a hand pressed tight against his face.
After it was over we went out and were pressed tight in the crowd.
His lips pressed tight for a moment, and he nodded.
Just standing there crying, his mouth pressed tight, looking at me.
I could see him from the corner of my eyes crying, his mouth pressed tight again.
He kept one hidden hand pressed tight against his wound, to stop the blood.
His thin lips were a grim line, pressed tight, while he sat there thinking.
