Tuesday, June 21
Mississippi Blues bite
This week on Wordwranglers, we're copying some of my blogger friends who do a six-sentence-Sunday, but we're going all week long! Each one of us is putting up six sentences from a piece that the others have not yet seen!
Here is mine. It is from an old manuscript called Mississippi Blues, the story of my heart. I have always envisioned this book cover with a full moon over a swamp. There aren't many swamps in Colorado, and this is the only full moon picture I had, so it's as close as I could get!
Summer leaned across Trey and reached for a pair of scissors, her breast brushing his rock hard shoulder. Her hands seemed to grow ten thumbs and the lid from the disinfectant jar fell to the floor, rolling across the slick linoleum, ricocheting like a firecracker. Viola and Glory both turned their attention her way. Ignoring their curious glances, she dashed after the lid, caught it and returned it to its rightful place.
She needed to get a grip before this got embarrassing.
We would love to invite anyone to put up their own six sentences in any one of our comment sections!