The sun blistered dirt lost in its body during the hopscotch game …
And what didn’t come down …
Clung to the white linen and cotton that stiffly hung … on the clothesline …
The high walls surrounding the courtyard blocked the wind ….
The music played loudly inside my head …
A thunder with each hop …
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My favorite phrase is: “stiffly hung…on the clothesline.” I like it because it shows how the narrator/main char/speaker is thinking in the middle of the sentence and how emotional it’s supposed to be.