“Will it hurt, Mommy?” Davey asked. His wide blue eyes looked up at me from out of a round pink face. I held Davey’s hand as we inched to the front of the check-in line.
“Of course not, travelling in a sardine can is the only way to go.” I said and gave his hand a quick squeeze. “And we’ll see Daddy before you know it.”
“Yay! Daddy!” Davey dropped my hand and spun in a circle his arms flinging out in all directions.
“Stop that, now,” I said to the small dervish and snatched at a whirling arm. “It’s our turn.” I captured his arm and we stepped up to the check-in counter.
The woman peered at Davey over the tall counter and smiled.
“Where are you going to today?”
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His wide blue eyes looked up at me from out of a round pink face
It's the out of a part. Makes me think that his face is weird, although I read enough published stories to know that a lot of publishers love these type of descriptions. Nevertheless, consider changing it to his, or just cut out of.
thanks Snapper, for the "out of" comment. Oh, and I agree it does seem mainstream to me, too, unless I can find somewhere that likes expressionist fantasy other than FFO- where I got the idea to try this.
Maybe an inflight magazine....
Leslie
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