Sunday Six Sentences
Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project -- published, submitted, in progress, for your cat -- whatever.
Fanfic:
“I don’t like it underground,” Parker says softly, her blonde hair lusterless under the stark lighting. “I feel like I’m suffocating.”
“They let you out for exercise above ground,” Sophie replies.
Parker frowns and moves swiftly to her feet. “That wasn’t what I meant.” She rolls her sleeve up and rubs a finger against the schedule inked onto her skin. “I’m still not free.”
“We will be one day.” Sophie digs her nails deep into the fabric of her grey clothing and watches one bright red hummingbird flutter close to the top of the dome.
“Will we?”
Fanfic:
“I don’t like it underground,” Parker says softly, her blonde hair lusterless under the stark lighting. “I feel like I’m suffocating.”
“They let you out for exercise above ground,” Sophie replies.
Parker frowns and moves swiftly to her feet. “That wasn’t what I meant.” She rolls her sleeve up and rubs a finger against the schedule inked onto her skin. “I’m still not free.”
“We will be one day.” Sophie digs her nails deep into the fabric of her grey clothing and watches one bright red hummingbird flutter close to the top of the dome.
“Will we?”