A Slow and Steady Revise....
bit by bit, inch by inch, line by line....
He looked down the street, his trouble-sense pricking at him. Maybe April, maybe something else, maybe nothing, but it was time they were gone.
becomes
He looked down the street the way they’d come, his trouble-sense pricking. Maybe April, maybe something else, maybe nothing, but the need to be shed of town and back on the road gnawed at him.
(from SILVER ON THE ROAD, Aug/September 2015)
He looked down the street, his trouble-sense pricking at him. Maybe April, maybe something else, maybe nothing, but it was time they were gone.
becomes
He looked down the street the way they’d come, his trouble-sense pricking. Maybe April, maybe something else, maybe nothing, but the need to be shed of town and back on the road gnawed at him.
(from SILVER ON THE ROAD, Aug/September 2015)
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