Occasional kitchen shelf

Usage examples of windowsill.

In silence, he attached one end of the birdpaper to the windowsill, his head spinning with his mysterious observations as a flaneur and his mysterious errand as a concierge, and in silence he dangled the rest outside, where it curved stiffly over the pond like a slide at a playground.

Feeling Holmesian, I examined every inch of both back and front doorframes and all the windowsills with my magnifying glass.

Boys from High school are perched on the lampposts, telegraph poles, windowsills, cornices, gutters, chimneypots, railings, rainspouts, whistling and cheering the pillar of the cloud appears.

Xavier to pick up the schoolbag and jump onto the windowsill and from there over to the bridge, but he did not do it.

Conceivably, the intruder could have leaped across the shaftway, caught the windowsill on the opposite wall, and then boosted himself up into the apartment there.

The shiplap boards were flaking, and most of the windowsills were rotten.

So she lived with the sharp smell of frying onions and beefburgers, the nights being lit as bright as day, the packets of chips chucked over her gate, the cans of Special Brew lefton her front windowsill, the local supermarkets bumping up their prices on Saturdays, the Scots boys for whom her bedraggled front garden held eerie allure as a urinal, the spontaneous outbursts of singing, the great endless flow of generally good-natured people.

Instead, she rose and went to the windowsill, where a row of his little wax and wooden carvings stood in a row.

Cort leans his elbows on the windowsill and squints out across the yard toward the curve of Bell Road, and on upward to the shadowy rim of the bluffs beyond.

The footfalls should have been silent, but Antonietta could hear the soft padding across the balcony, the nails scraping on her windowsill.

Two Dobermans were standing with their forepaws on the windowsill, staring at her, their eyes radiant yellow with reflections of the soft amber light from the lamp on the end table.

Tizzy reached for the high windowsill but, before she could strain, the backdoor groaned for her then tore open.

Lilly must have been out berrying on the old road this morning, for there was a line of fine, golden-brown berry-pockets cooling in pans on the windowsill and just beneath it, sitting on upturned buckets so she could reach them from the window.

Indeed, she felt herself back in her own lost house when she opened her eyes to the gloomy and sinuous pattern of the paper on the wall, and the shaggy Boston fern and small tree of a jade plant resident on the windowsill, and the heavily hanging curtains from which one might raise flurrying cloudlets of dust and spores if one flicked against the fabric with a fingernail.

Abruptly he reached across the cluttered work-top to the windowsill and plonked down in front of him a curious apparatus.