The word, "Curtain", unedited writing practice (taste, touch, sight, sound, smell, movement, body sensations), 10 minutes, go!...
The fog remained dropped along the beach like a curtain that darkened his plans for any fun in the sun. The floating seagulls still showed up in their roles; still played out
their scenes of dive bombers on enemy shores with an occasional dropped payload of "get off my beach" onto the hair or shoulders of lounging sun worshippers. The star of our story sensed a wave of disappointment cool his enthusiasm as he secured a parking spot. Scene One begins: A day off and no sun. He slept in earlier so his morning coffee was later than usual and still hung on his tongue like a scarf on a clothesline.
Now, of course there wouldn't BE any sun worshippers if indeed there was fog, right? But that's where editing comes in.
....scarf on a clothesline? Hmmm...
The fog remained dropped along the beach like a curtain that darkened his plans for any fun in the sun. The floating seagulls still showed up in their roles; still played out
their scenes of dive bombers on enemy shores with an occasional dropped payload of "get off my beach" onto the hair or shoulders of lounging sun worshippers. The star of our story sensed a wave of disappointment cool his enthusiasm as he secured a parking spot. Scene One begins: A day off and no sun. He slept in earlier so his morning coffee was later than usual and still hung on his tongue like a scarf on a clothesline. Now, of course there wouldn't BE any sun worshippers if indeed there was fog, right? But that's where editing comes in.
....scarf on a clothesline? Hmmm...