Sunday Six Sentences
Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project -- published, submitted, in progress, for your cat -- whatever.
Fanfic:
“You have nightmares, too?”
“Everyone has them sometimes. It doesn’t mean anything.”
When silence follows her words, Tara hates herself for saying them to Sophie. It’s not a lie and it’s not the truth. It’s the smart thing to say, not the right thing, and right now, Tara is pretty sure any hope of friendship between the two of them is ruined. It’s not fair to expect Sophie to constantly watch her words because Capitol citizens have to follow stricter rules than the Victors.
Everyone expects the Victors to be angry and unhinged; no one else has the right.
“It’s late. I should probably go,” Sophie murmurs, her voice thick like she is talking around tears.
Tara swallows her apology and manages to force out, “I’ll see you soon.”
The click of Sophie hanging up the phone is Tara’s only answer.
Fanfic:
“You have nightmares, too?”
“Everyone has them sometimes. It doesn’t mean anything.”
When silence follows her words, Tara hates herself for saying them to Sophie. It’s not a lie and it’s not the truth. It’s the smart thing to say, not the right thing, and right now, Tara is pretty sure any hope of friendship between the two of them is ruined. It’s not fair to expect Sophie to constantly watch her words because Capitol citizens have to follow stricter rules than the Victors.
Everyone expects the Victors to be angry and unhinged; no one else has the right.
“It’s late. I should probably go,” Sophie murmurs, her voice thick like she is talking around tears.
Tara swallows her apology and manages to force out, “I’ll see you soon.”
The click of Sophie hanging up the phone is Tara’s only answer.