21 October 2008

We walked.

We walked, trees rustling in the pre-dawn, dog tags jingling, the full moon obliterating the stars, little dog's shadow trampled by his short legs, big dog's shadow stretching out from her feet and reaching back a prehensile nose to meet her real nose as it sniffs the ground, me waving at my shadow and wondering at the abyss of time and light from which it waves back at me.

A cumulative sentence inspired by the Building Great Sentences course by Brooks Landon.


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