He reached for the coin. His fingers never touched it. With the flick of his wrist the gentleman sent the coin sailing into the air. It tumbled among the snowflakes, flashing metallic among the white. But this time the gentleman…
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Six Sentence Sunday # 20
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Six Sentence Sunday # 19
The cabbie frowned. His horse shifted and tossed her head. But the drunk hadn’t left. A white-sleeved arm extended out of the darkness, a glinting coin offered up by long elegant fingers. “Well, if I ain’t a’ Ant’ony Pig! A…
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Six Sentence Sunday #18
Silently Nicholas agreed with her. He should send his friend home with his bride, but since the attack on Margaret, Leo had been keeping watch on Randall, freeing Nicholas to stalk a more dangerous predator. Not that he’d been terribly…
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Six Sentence Sunday #17
Wispy clouds drifted loose in a sky made starless by the full moon. The scents of soil and the tender green plants of early summer danced together on a night-cool breeze. The buzz of night insects droned in the near distance.…
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Six Sentence Sunday #16
Her fingers crept along the wall, seeking the edge of the fabric. Dr. Bergen paused with one foot on the bottom stair, his profile serene in the lamplight, his chest expanding as he pulled in a deep breath and released…
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Six Sentence Sunday #15
Both men were quiet for a time. Finally, Nicholas spoke again. “It was reckless to hunt so close to home. Maybe Vlad is right.” “Yes, well, sometimes things get out of hand.” The doctor moved to the window, his back…
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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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