Marigolds (short story)
Where is the figurative language and imagery?
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Simile:
...those days are ill-defined in my memory, running together and combining like a fresh watercolor painting left out in the rain.
But old fears have a way of clinging like cobwebs.
Personification:
My father whittled toys for us, and laughed so loud that the great oak seemed to laugh with him, and taught us how to fish and hunt rabbits.
Marigolds