Every day I will write the very beginning of a story, a paragraph or a whole page, without worrying about where it might lead. "Nulla dies sine linea," I hope!
Friday, August 8, 2014
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Calliope music from the merry-go-round was punctuated by screams from The Twister, a spinning ride that also lifted and rotated on a giant axis. Funnel cakes floated by on clouds of powdered sugar. Eaters of the funnel cakes stumped by on bloated legs, eating, ogling, and not paying any attention to anyone who might also be walking. Chessie dodged another family of tubers, Mrs. Tuber rolling her bulk in a rented mobility device, and Child Tuber being dragged in a wagon by Older Child Tuber. Mr. Tuber inhaled funnel cake, his third of the day.
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