Yes, that Writer's Toolbox exercise was a big mouthful, but we all managed to eke out something semi-intelligible. No harm done. It was fun; I enjoyed it. I'm sure Jenny did because of all her excited ideas about how to use the game parts afterwards, and Bob probably did too. I can ask him when he comes over later in his Yard-Bob persona.
Clever! To have the girl wearing the test material is genius! Just inspired. I wish I'd thought of it.
September 29--The night won't save anyone--Amy slid into it, like slipping into a cool embrace. She glanced over her shoulder just once to see the pale gold of the porch light dwindling behind her. She moved silently down the alley keeping to the overgrown hump between the graveled tracks so that she passed unnoticed except by the Tintern's dog, Rex, who snuffled and woofed a question as she passed. Drawing the night around her like a cloak Amy skirted the puddle of orange purple light from the new streetlamp and kept to the shadow of the maple trees that arched over the street. Mid-September was the perfect time for walking after dark. School had started so children were indoors and not many leaves had fallen so she was able to walk with barely a sound. She had always felt as if she could wear the night, felt the weight of it press on her shoulders, and carry her along in its embrace.
See you Thursday!
--Barbara
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