Winthrop slowly started to move forward, gingerly stepping towards the sitting room. She pushed open a pair of doors and entered a t-shaped room. It was furnished with red carpet and dark wooden furniture. Much of the cloth was cream-colored, and the scarlet curtains went well with the color palette. A man and a woman sat next to one another on a love seat. A small table with a glass top sat in front of them. Fine china, a pot of tea, and a coffee pot were all nestled at the center. On the other side, Winthrop's favorite armchair sat neatly perched between two end tables.
"I apologize for keeping you waiting," Winthrop said as she approached the pair. "I think that the staircase got just a little longer over night." She reached out to shake the man's hand.
To this:
After speaking to the ticket seller, Warbeck sauntered to one of the movie rooms, ignoring the pain as best she could. Slipping into a showing of Fast & Furious 9, she took a seat about a third of the way up, several seats away from the aisle. As the moviegoers around her settled and the previews began, Warbeck pretended to stretch, checking to make sure that no one was behind her. Then, saying mi scusi (excuse me), she stood and moved out of the aisle, making her way down to the front before turning towards the entrance doors.
Warbeck felt another jab of pain in her side, and her lungs constricted, moving part of that pain to her chest. Her head began to spin; she leaned against the wall for support as she began to cough and wheeze, grasping at her chest. Air was leaving her lungs, but it wasn't going back in. She pulled the bottom of her mask up just ever so slightly, feeling the sweet relief of nice, cool air against her tongue. Her lungs jolted to life once more, oxygen flooding through her body like a tidal wave.
To me, that's a downgrade. Yes, points for creativity, but... My writing isn't as good as it used to be. I'm really starting to wonder if I'm just past my figurative prime... if I'm out of date. Writing does give me the joys or the thrills that it used to give me. I just don't know how to get it back.
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