the 123 meme ~

[lookingland]

i thought i would be a sheeple today:

Turn to page 123 in your work-in-progress. Count down four sentences and then instead of just the fifth sentence, give us the whole paragraph.

Lewis opened the box with perfectly deft fingers. For all he had been through, not a nerve in his body seemed rattled. Inside the box was a hard little block of what looked like solidified molasses. He held it up to me, puzzled.

yeah, not too exciting. but that's what came up. the "solidified molasses" is bow rosin. they're going through the effects of the dead men in their company and this belonged to Ed Alexander, the fiddle player who Lewis shoots in the first chapter of the book.



rosin is pretty and smells goooood.
: D

p.s. happy "pi" day, all.

Comments

[lookingland.livejournal.com]

hahahaha ~ it's always hard to read something out of context. at least you have a little a mystery in there: who is the one?

: D

[almond-tiger.livejournal.com]

Actually it's Mark Evans, who you've read about on the forum in my newer book. The plot thickens. ;)

[lookingland.livejournal.com]

oooooooo ~ well fancy that! it not only thickens, but stiffens right up!

er...sorry, that sounds kinda gross. i was really going for something like a merignue, i swear.

jeez, that's not really helping, is it...

(slinks off)

: o p

[almond-tiger.livejournal.com]

o.O Sometimes a good metaphor becomes dangerous and unruly before you realize it's happened. *slinks the other way* ;)