Don’t Say ‘No’ to a Cold Winter’s Night
Sweat dries then chills my exposed throat as I return home from a run in the
winter dusk.
“Not again!” No light shines; another power outage, frigid night. Muscle
memory steers me down the hall, into my bedroom.
A blast of heat, an odor—sour, putrid, noxious—strikes me. I turn, and
plunge into a wall of panting, quivering fur.
Wonderful sensory imagery here! It pulled me right into the story.
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Thank you!!
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Oooo the monster is out from under the bed! Like Laura, I think you did a lovely job of focusing on the sensory details.
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