Harper leaned against the counter. Casually. Coolly. To collect his thoughts. Certainly not because he couldn’t stand up straight without support
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Once again you demonstrate how less can indeed be more--I don't know who Harper is, but he intrigues me. Your description of his drinking is very vivid-and very easy for me to imagine. I can practically hear the ice clinking against the glass, and combined with the ticking of the clock, the overall effect is solitude, maybe even loneliness. The ring of whiskey forming a frown is also effective, and again, tag-teaming it with the accusing clock, the effect is also one of disapproval or even disdain. I don't know what Harper is going through, but your writing allows the reader to empathize with him to some degree or other. Nicely done. I don't know why, but the phrases at the beginning "Casually. Coolly. To collect his thoughts."--the use of words beginning with "c" link the fragments together rather snugly.
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I don't know what Harper is going through, but your writing allows the reader to empathize with him to some degree or other. Nicely done. I don't know why, but the phrases at the beginning "Casually. Coolly. To collect his thoughts."--the use of words beginning with "c" link the fragments together rather snugly.
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I'm glad you liked it/picked up on little details. Thanks again for the concrit.
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