T.: Sentence 3

Friday, January 13, 2012

Sentence 3

Admittedly, she had a thing for boots, preferably black, the more buckles and straps the better, the longer-the cord-to-tie-around-her-ankle-the-better.

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Sandra LeighJanuary 13, 2012 at 8:35 PM
T, is this your own short fiction? I'm glad I happened upon it. More, please.
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ElizabethJanuary 13, 2012 at 8:42 PM
There's that trick in the sentence, I think, something about a cord wrapping not around what you might expect, but the ankle.

Interesting.

More.
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susan t. landryJanuary 14, 2012 at 6:58 AM
i love the way youre unfurling this....
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Susanna PowersJanuary 14, 2012 at 7:36 AM
This is the 21st-century version of Dickens!
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AnonymousFebruary 10, 2012 at 6:10 PM
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