First Lines, 01/20/18
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First lines of the novel I was too ill to write today:
"Marina walked quickly down Poplar Lane toward her best friend's house, stopping every block or two to catch her breath and wipe the rain from her eyes.
The summer so far had been slow, bringing leisurely days and late nights laying under the stars — the two talking about boys who didn't know their names, concerts, and troubles at home. But Marina knew that this morning's news, now rippling through the quiet, Midwest town, would almost certainly change that.
Distant sirens were all the proof Marina needed to know that the rumors were true. July and August would be hot, enshrouded in the surreal gauze of unanswered questions. And September, when school resumed — September would be sad."
— Damien Willis
January 20, 2018
