Scarf > Wavy, limp, silky and fuzzy
Late night city streets were the perfect backdrop for.... a race. As the racers gathered in the staging area we marveled at the cars and how even standing sill they seemed to have motion. When it was time for them to "start their engines", the sound filled the air with a tremendous roar, almost making my legs limp. Before I knew it they were off and flying through the curves so fast yet with silky like movement.
A fuzzy and shiny mass of cars, passing by on their first lap of twenty. Rounding the turns as smooth and effortlessly as you would imagine, I watched as they enter the wavy section and head to the finish.
Note: What I like about this book is how it forces me to make something out of a difficult lead in. This was was tough because I didn't want to write the traditional story about a sexy woman, etc...
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