Peter J. Atwood fiction

I like words, and more, words that are used well. This is where I collect them. Most I come across in the works of other authors, but on occasion I find some in the wild myself.


Yesterday, school children were lined up, ranked, stood in columns and rows on the school ground, on the printed pavement like on the Field of Mars, Champs de Mars, while an instructor drilled them. Today music played in fits as they rehearsed a martial performance as if they were a marching band.