Oct 19, 2011 23:36
I just wrote what's probably one of my favorite paragraphs in the history of my writing for one of my fiction class assignments.
"Everyone in Southie knew Shannon Flaherty. She was the fourth of seven kids, though only five had survived to adulthood. She was in her late twenties, and the mothers called her a spinster behind her back, since she lived alone and her sisters had all married before her. She also never went to Mass, hung out with odd types, and had the nerve to occasionally wear pants."
For context, it's set in the 1960s, when a woman wearing pants really was on the same level as those other things. I still love it.
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