Post two lines you wrote and two lines you read today:
We didn’t even know Jerry’s last name until we rifled his wallet half an hour later. My mother had picked him up at a shoe store earlier that day while having a heel nailed back on. She always was a sucker for a man who took care of his shoes and Jerry wore an expensive pair of buttery soft wingtips. (Mine)
As the summer moved on, it got hotter and hotter, and the air was like having a blanket wrapped twice around your head, and sometimes it seemed as if the blanket was one fire and filled with smoke. Got so you hardly wanted to move midday, and for a time we quit slipping down to the river even to fish, and stayed close to home.
(The Bottoms, Joe Lansdale)
Sorry to be reading someone so fine today.