I find myself attracted to the type of prose that Tea Cooper pens ... similar to the flow written by Anita Shreve. The imagery draws me in and yet the language is not "literary" to the point where a reader is lost.
It's like sitting on a grassy hill and watching the clouds float above. An example:
"...ever since she had stepped onto the sand and looked up at the Shack, she had opened a box of forgotten memories and the images had come flooding out in colors far brighter and more intense than she remembered.
"The high-pitched whistle of the kettle pierced the fog in her brain, and she grimaced as she tipped the boiling water over the tea bag, ignoring the water slopping over the edge of the mug and pooling on the bench."
How many details are too much in a story and what can be left out? Certainly, we don't need to know that water pooled on the bench and yet it fits in and completes the picture and the mood of what is happening at this point in the story.
I think it flows organically ... the best way for all stories to flow and the best way for authors of all styles to express themselves.
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