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“Nothing wrong with my memory, miss. I won’t forget.” Old Dame Tibby moved back to the rug, Stephanie heard the dull thump of the broom as she jogged down the dappled street.
Large oaks and cottonwoods shaded the sidewalk and part of the pavement, children’s squeals echoing through the boughs, shattering the peaceful morning, reeling in Stephanie’s thoughts.
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2 comments:
Beautiful imagery. I was just a little confused with the last line - were her thoughts reeling?
Hi Karysa,
I meant that sentence to convey she had a lot on her mind.
This is part of a WIP and I can see I'll probably have to use different words in places. I'll probably be changing a lot of things after I get this initial draft written. Thanks for pointing that out - I do want it to be clear to the reader.
And thanks for reading and commenting. That always helps.
Sunni
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