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Six Sentence Sunday # 23

“Excuse me,” Lou Ann held up a finger to the women. She met the man as he reached the bottom step, arching her back just a little so that her round bottom stuck out and her even rounder chest thrust

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Six Sentence Sunday # 22

From the moment Cherry dried her tears and set her jaw to fight, Ro had begun gleefully rushing her all over Triple Oaks and beyond. “Gatherin’ ammunition” the old woman had called it. They’d visited carpenters, roofers, tilers, and painters,

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Six Sentence Sunday # 21

Cherry  tapped her forehead lightly against the pine door frame as if to knock some sense into herself. She shouldn’t be here staring at her husband as he slept, taking the chance of being discovered, tempting herself to throw caution to the wind and touch

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Six Sentence Sunday #14

Aunt Rowena’s old eyes twinkled with glee. “I knew Jason couldn’t have married anything spineless. Culler men can’t help themselves, they’re attracted to women who don’t mind giving them a little hell when they need it.” Cherry’s heart soared. Rowena

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Six Sentence Sunday #13

“She can’t stay there,” Rob insisted. “Downright dangerous.  Broken windows, loose floor boards, leaky roof. No lights, no heat, no water. Snakes, rats. Maybe worse.” – chapter 2, Cherry’s War

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Six Sentence Sunday #12

His buddies would laugh themselves sick if they could see him now. Jason Culler the decorated warrior, tough Texas cowboy, and steely eyed combat lieutenant standing dripping wet with his fists wrapped victoriously around his latest foe – a pink nightie. Jason groaned, imagining how willingly

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Six Sentence Sunday #11

“Come on then,” she said less graciously than she should have. Her Cinderella shoes clicked down the final few steps.  No sound of footsteps followed her but she didn’t look back. By the time she reached the trees anger was

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