I taught her that, Isadora thought bitterly. Swaths of sunlight stained the bed, and the air was thickening quickly.
© Nadia Brown, 2016
I taught her that, Isadora thought bitterly. Swaths of sunlight stained the bed, and the air was thickening quickly.
© Nadia Brown, 2016
Becoming Roots 
I’m imagining the sunlight staining the bed and something about it feels sinister. Perhaps, too, because the air is thickening, almost sounding like a choking air. Is that the image you are trying to evoke? Because I like it.
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YES!! Thank you!
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Very excellent imagery! Nice ❤
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Thanks so much!! 🙂
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