And so, here are my six sentences:
The woman in the street wasn't moving. James' mind registered the fact, yet the car kept rolling inevitably forward. He scrubbed his hand over his face as if that might wipe the woman from the road. It didn't and she still wasn't moving. He pushed the brake pedal, but nothing happened. Damn Brett and his classic Rolls Royce to hell and back, and damn James for agreeing to pick the thing up from the mechanic on the way in from LaGuardia.
This is from the wip about five chapters from The End. Feel free to join in and share six sentences from your book in the comments section.