I’m going to try to join in on this latest trend called Six Sentence Sunday, where you post six sentences from your current WIP. This was a lot harder than I thought it would be. I write a lot of sentences and my stories move slowly… six random sentences doesn’t tell you much of anything.
Well, I picked a set from some that I wrote last night. It’s erm.. PG-13, though I am sure I don’t have any underage readers. As a primer, this story is about a man who becomes homeless and meets a woman who tries to help him. In this scene, he accidentally sees something he wasn’t intended to see.
His brain wouldn’t work. It was still full of the sight of her thin waist and wide hips, perky teardrop breasts, a flat belly that invited a graze of his lips, and—this he was sure he’d seen—a well-manicured landing strip.
“What?!” Her screech popped him out of his reverie. He blinked away the vision of her and came to.
Back to work!