*This snippet is straight out of my work in progress. It hasn’t been edited and may not look like this in the final book. But I thought it would be fun to share.

Rachel inhaled and tasted the salt in the air. The sound of waves crashing on the shore reached her ears. She wasn’t in Chicago, anymore. There, the air would have tasted of car fumes and her ears would have been accosted by the latest gang favored music so loud it vibrated her sternum. Here, in this small coastal town, major gangs didn’t run rampant.
Rachel walked through the opening between two long buildings, past the unopened shops leading to the main boardwalk. The early morning sun bounced a golden light off the carved wooden signs above the shop windows on one side of the pedestrian walkway.
She followed the sidewalk to the break in the wall of shops. On the corner of the ally and main thoroughfare, Rachel walked past the old-fashioned candy shop with the taffy pulling equipment in the window, Crand’s Confection Emporium. In a few hours, when the shop opened, there would be brightly colored strings of candy looped and stretched on that machine beaconing kids of all ages to enter the shop. That same machine had beaconed her on a vacation or two as a child.
The main boardwalk was a wide expanse of concrete running a mile in either direction. As she stepped out from between the buildings, the sun came fully out from behind a cloud. Even her Oakleys had trouble filtering out that bright of a light. Rachel put her hand up to her forehead to shade her eyes and surveyed the beach.

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