The two sentences I've read recently may not strike other readers quite the same.
That's fine. They sent me in to fits of barely contained laughter, but my sensibilities came warped right out of the original wrapping, and years of reporting made sure they stayed that way.
This will have to be from memory as I didn’t get a supporting photo, but from a sign in a grocery story currently undergoing an expansion:
“Due to renovations our bakery staff will not be visible.
We are sorry for the inconvenience.”
Now that’s one hell of a renovation.
The renovations I’m doing on my first fiction manuscript are nowhere near as extensive. I can still see the original form, but some passages bear little resemblance to their humble beginnings.
This is probably good.
Here’s a bit from The Legend of Shallal:
“Talking now was a way of distancing themselves, of returning to separation, of being their own being after the keenness of the session. The danger and excitement of being intellectual lovers seared through their Joining.”
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