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Prompt: She looked down from her perch... Words: reflected, rhythm, skin, bite, lazy, metallic My Paragraph: She looked down from her perch, squinting as the sun reflected off the cerulean waters. Boats bobbed on their bright orange poles and thunked lazily against the stone docks to the rhythm of the waves. Biting her lip, she peered closer at the boats, counting them by the vibrant red numbers on their hulls. But no matter how many times she counted, number 24 was missing. She glanced back out to sea, but the waters were calm and only fishing boats puttered in the deep. Where was boat 24? She bit her lip again, tasting metallic blood as she bit off a piece of dried skin. Realization sank in the pit of her stomach. Boat 24 hadn't come to shore yet. Which meant her brother was dead.
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Michele Aversa
8/17/2021 04:00:03 am
She looked down from her balcony at the hotel perched on the hill to the west of the small coastal town. Stores crowded the precious shoreline and tourists crowded the stores. Not the sleepy little town the brochure described.
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