She opened her large hand wide, placed her palm aside the baby’s face, and muttered words from a language rarely spoken. He slowly, peacefully opened his eyes and smiled at her. She smiled and nodded, and he mimicked her movements. He didn’t cry or scream. He only watched with more awareness than most newborns.
“You wonderful boy,” she said, losing a few tears, but her happiness was interrupted by a sharp scream from the woman on the floor.
One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest – Ken Kesey
Apple Tree Yard – Louise Doughty
UR – Stephen King
A Head Full of Ghosts – Paul Tremblay
In the Tall Grass – Stephen Kind and Joe Hill
I expect by now you’re sick of articles telling you what to do or not to do in order to write better. Here’s another one.
She clicked on the map of the Caribbean. She double-clicked in the middle, zooming in on a cluster of islands, clicking and zooming each time until she isolated a finger-shaped one about three miles long. Next to it was the name Angelica.
“Angelica,” he said, barely moving his lips. “Are you saying this is the island in my dreams?”