After a mindful glance side to side, Allie spun around, quickly dropped to meet the sand, and guided her hand along the brittle edge of the wispy grass for a possible prehension of the fanning warm air.
Now able to process something like this {I don’t think the friggin grass has stopped swaying for a bloody second}, she realized the tall grass on the hummock was actually moving independent of the warm air flow; and without so much as another thought, began to crawl within.
(Written by Edward Roads)
Mytwosentences 
…….waiting……. 😇
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The story is unfolding Harolene. Thank You so much for your interest.
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that little insert about the “friggin grass” made me grin
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I really appreciate that Dorothea. Thank You muchly.
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What’s the “rest of the story”?
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Great Paul Harvey reference! Thank You for your kind interest.
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Lovely. Tall grass and ticks go hand in hand even though tall grass is pretty.
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