In Class Work Week 9
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All the chairs were taken. I settled to sitting on the edge of a table. There was nothing I could do. It was too cold outside to take a walk. I couldn’t text because my cell phone was dead. The adults had everything covered in the kitchen. My grandmother wouldn’t let me help her decorate her cake since she didn’t want anyone to mess it up. The smell of corn chowder filled the air, making me hungry. Three little kids ran around me playing tag. I could feel a headache coming on as their little screams pierced my ears. These dinners my grandmother put on were always boring but that one topped the cake.
Those dibdabs of details, one right after the other, work very nicely. Last sentence...not so much. No need to summarize in a vignette, but what is needed is the killer last detail to nail the door shut.
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