An exercise in writing…

Summer had arrived.  The air was warm and damp.  The bright blue sky was clear, save a few puffy pure white clouds that were held high in the sky.  Abbie heard the bell, which brought her out of her daydream.  It usually rang every 15 minutes, it was something that could be counted on.  There was usually only “dong-dong” every 15 minutes, so Abbie couldn’t understand why the bell still rang for over seven minutes.  Was there something special going on?  Was there a wedding or is school being let out?  No, there is no school right now, Abbie postulated.  “It doesn’t matter anyway.  The bell was going to do what it was going to do.”

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