patricky

I usually write really dense, wordy prose, but I've decided to write in a more sparse style. Here, for your two seconds on reading enjoyment, are the first two sentences of the novel Ithat's been bouncing around in my head for a good few months now:


Down the road that morning came a man who knew only winter, who carried on his shoulders a girl who saw only spring. The man was a traveling wrestler, the girl was his daughter, and their home was neither ahead of them on the road, nor behind.


EDIT: By the way, it's sort of fairy tale fantasy, which is why I've chosen a sparse, straightforward style.