Sunday, August 18, 2013

Sunday Sentence: Falling to Earth by Kate Southwood

Simply put, the best sentence(s) I've read this past week, presented out of context and without commentary.

When there was outside work for her to do on the farm in winter, she'd always hurried along and done it and saved staring into the distance for the window over the kitchen sink.  The white, sleeping fields reaching out endlessly from the house, the sleeves of her old, blue cardigan pushed up for work, the click of the vegetable peeler on the slick, white ball of potato in her hand, the coffee pot and her cup still left to wash.

Falling to Earth by Kate Southwood

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