For Six Sentence Sunday this week, I'm posting another part of the same story that I've been working on. [See the previous post for the last 6 from this story] No title for it, yet. You can find links to many other Six Sentence Sunday submissions here.
"How can ya sell pot, if ya don’t smoke it?”
“It’s not mine. It’s my boyfriends’.”
“But he sends you out to sell it… hmm,” he said with a creepy smirk.
The moonlight reflected off the grease and sweat on his rotund face and stringy, thinning hair. They took a few more hits, and then he started talking down to me like I was a school girl that had never gotten high before.
Showing posts with label 6 sentence sunday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 6 sentence sunday. Show all posts
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Six Sentence Sunday
Hi! I had such a wonderfully friendly response last week with the Six Sentence Sunday gang, that I'm back again this week. This is from something I started to work on, and then never got around to finishing. I'm hoping to get back to it. Click on the link above to see what everyone else is writing.
There was a putrid, bitter taste of disgust that seeped out of a hidden crevice deep inside me. It was the kind of crevice that unwanted memories disappeared into. When B.W. sat back in the car, that taste erupted into rage.
"I want to go back and beat those guys with a tire iron!" I said tightening my jaw in an attempt to bridle the rage. "We could hide in the woods and wait for them..."
There was a putrid, bitter taste of disgust that seeped out of a hidden crevice deep inside me. It was the kind of crevice that unwanted memories disappeared into. When B.W. sat back in the car, that taste erupted into rage.
"I want to go back and beat those guys with a tire iron!" I said tightening my jaw in an attempt to bridle the rage. "We could hide in the woods and wait for them..."
Friday, March 25, 2011
Six Sentence Sunday March 27
I found this web site on my friend, Sue's, blog, where people post six sentence excerpts from their work and leave their links to it. This is my first time to try it. Mine are taken from a previous post entitled "Places I Ought Not Go".
I begin to wonder if this lunatic in my back seat is having delusions of being a hero.
“Shouldn't you be radioing in for help or something?”
“And tell them what?!” His calm demeanor snapped. “That I left my squad car on the side of the highway with the keys still in it, jumped into a car with a crazy woman who thinks she can ‘feel’ a monster’s presence, and then runs over God knows what?” He pauses for a second, “Probably some poor motorist who was stranded and looking for help… I’m gonna lose my job over this one.”
For links to other Six Sentence Sunday posts click here.
I begin to wonder if this lunatic in my back seat is having delusions of being a hero.
“Shouldn't you be radioing in for help or something?”
“And tell them what?!” His calm demeanor snapped. “That I left my squad car on the side of the highway with the keys still in it, jumped into a car with a crazy woman who thinks she can ‘feel’ a monster’s presence, and then runs over God knows what?” He pauses for a second, “Probably some poor motorist who was stranded and looking for help… I’m gonna lose my job over this one.”
For links to other Six Sentence Sunday posts click here.
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