
The Deep
The exemplar I wrote for my class's Darwin's Dystopia assignment.
Blonde hair, wavy, put up in a messy bun. Her jeans had a hole in the knee, and she was wearing an oversized camouflage jacket. It was 1997.
If I have seen someone, even only briefly, and then I see them again, I recognize them.
When he cheered, I cheered. When he cursed the ref, I booed. We’ve always been close.
He smiled at the press conference and apologized to the twenty-year-old girl, but admitted no guilt.