I don’t put my fiction on here, and more than likely never will. (If I ever put fiction in large chunks on the internet it will have its own blog so that I don’t have scope creep on this here site.)
But I just really like this bit I wrote just now and I don’t know why. It tickles me somehow. It’s not supposed to be heavy; it’s just a bit of backstory. So I think it’s nice and light like a cookie.
She stopped minding his oddly mannered way of speaking, and he stopped minding that she was plump and round like a spring robin. He forgot, actually, if he’d ever minded in the first place.