"The constant scent of sugar flies with its little sugar sweet wings around in the air where I live"
"I sleep in the cherries open wound. Where it is warm, wet and soft."
"When we woke up this morning she had long ears and a snout which could smell everything immediately."
"There are dots around my body. There is nothing else. I am gone."
After composing my my little story, I narrowed it further down to four sentences. The essence of my story. The basic for my collection. At this point.
As you can see from the headline of this blog, it became the sentence “The constant scent of sugar..” which represents the collection today.