Those opening syllables are subtle clues of what’s to follow. They are breadcrumbs on the trail of a literary adventure. We may not know exactly where we’re going, but we’re eager to buy a ticket for the ride. When it’s done well, it’s all there – like here!
Rhyme nor Reason
Vanessa leaned against a sign that read no skateboarding allowed per city ordinance.
Kneepads, hand pads, helmet, elbow wraps, all fitted to her form; pony tail, tight jeans, the right earrings and eye makeup—made up the rest. A skateboard rested in her hands.