Pick up an object and describe it in such minute detail that your readers can draw it without ever having seen it.
As I sit here at my desk, I see it sitting there in my peripheral vision. The lights above me reflect off the stainless steel, but are multiplied on the concaved end. The streaky surface diffuses the reflection and creates a ‘flare’ effect. The edges of the oval-shaped head, meet at a narrow point before slightly widening for the rest of the now finger-print embossed handle. For hours it sits there, taunting me, a constant reminder of something that previously was, and something that will soon be. I sometimes find myself stopping mid-sent…
…ence just to look at it and think about it. It makes me want more. Another one. What’s the harm? It’s so easy to give in to the temptation when you’re unable to put up much resistance. Already I know that the next time, just like every other time, I’ll end up letting it get too hot and it will burn my fingers.
I can’t take it any more. As much as I’m enjoying sitting here post-lunch with a piece of chewy (gum), chomping away like a cow in a field, I just want to spit it out. There’s an overwhelming urge to pick it up again… and I’m struggling to resist temptation… but I can’t.
I need another cup of tea…
…and a handful of biscuits.
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