“Wake me when we reach the coast,” she says, popping the passenger seat back and curling up on it. She gives me a sleepy smile and it’s all I can do not to reach over and kiss her
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Utterly beautiful. So much with so little! I adore it. The intimacy of those simple gestures are the most significant, to me. I like your style. Very well done.
Oh god. This is so beautiful and unnerving, personal, tender, vulnerable. The ache is so real. I believe it and feel it so much. Just, wow.
AHEM. I'll be one of your editors this week from BF >.>...
So, bubbling praise aside, let me reiterate how strong a piece this is. You hold the tension all the way to the end, the narrator's excitement and uncertainty about the situation going forward. We know that they will enjoy the getaway even without romance, but... we can feel the looming disappointment of unfulfilled desires just as much. Right up until the last line. Brilliant!
Maybe this was intentional or maybe it wasn't, but I realy like that you didn't include the narrator's gender, and allowed us to fill that in for the voice. I liked imagining the narrator to be a woman, and then re-imgagining the story as narrated by a man.
the storm they carry in their ever-expanding bellies. - This line is fabulous.
Some of her curls have become loosed from her bun and fallen across her face. - I would put this more directly; "
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~Kate
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AHEM. I'll be one of your editors this week from BF >.>...
So, bubbling praise aside, let me reiterate how strong a piece this is. You hold the tension all the way to the end, the narrator's excitement and uncertainty about the situation going forward. We know that they will enjoy the getaway even without romance, but... we can feel the looming disappointment of unfulfilled desires just as much. Right up until the last line. Brilliant!
Maybe this was intentional or maybe it wasn't, but I realy like that you didn't include the narrator's gender, and allowed us to fill that in for the voice. I liked imagining the narrator to be a woman, and then re-imgagining the story as narrated by a man.
the storm they carry in their ever-expanding bellies. - This line is fabulous.
Some of her curls have become loosed from her bun and fallen across her face. - I would put this more directly; " ( ... )
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Thank you again!
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Good luck!
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