from STORY
In
thought chambers a comparison: his neck stretched as a quiet turtle.
"Collapses, body smacks shore."
There
is a sense that a scream was emitted at the scene.
"Fluttering."
Or rewritten,
not a turtle, a wide-eyed fish shucked on land.
"Smack."
That
this could be the beginning of a path to which one is destined to
adhere.
"Smacks.
Flaps."
The
transparent evaluation of thought chambers syntactically structuring
guilt.
"I'm
sorry."
The
apology that teetered on renouncing claims to what was once good fortune.
"Bird dives."
Incensed
to create a heroine dictating through delirium.
"Smacks."
She
conjured her grandest gestures as star flowers fell.
"The
toe is a petal, an ocean."
To move
from space that exhibits discomfort was a natural tendency.
"Sand shoots voluminous."
The
story frozen as a climactic sequence duly peaked.
"Sand
beads, glitter."
Camera
claps a shot of characters otherwise known though mistaken.
"His wet hand, his legs."
Camera's
insistent sequencing of stories
"Tip to right, bright blue."
Time
was not tracked, so finitely sequestered.
"White vehicle rams."
The
story reverts with nuanced protestations.
"His wet hand, legs."
If beached
adequately restfulness will be achieved.
"An automobile is an ocean."
Immaculate
definition of lounging.
"Rise!
Rise! Rise!"
A beach
in midday in a foreign land read as a good beginning.
"Drip, whistle."
The
belief that bodies stretched across lounging chairs.
"Kelped, locks."
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