Sentences without homes, part I
I've been writing a lot of sentences lately. Mostly beginning sentences of stories I will work on sometime, but also sentences in the middle, too. It would be an interesting project to collect the fragments and turn them into a story. I'm jotting them down here as I have them:
When I saw her again she was tan, her freckles in bas relief on her face and shoulders. It gave her the appearance of health and I was optimistic that her moving to Mexico had done her some good.