Sunday Six Sentences
Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project -- published, submitted, in progress, for your cat -- whatever.
Emma blinks and tries to swallow, to breathe even though the air is so heavy. “Why did you do it?”
There’s a soft laugh from Regina, scornful and sad. “Does it matter?”
“Yes.” Then Emma sighs. “No. I-I don’t know, Regina. Why would you do something like that? Why would you take a kid’s dad away from him?”
“Because I would never do something like that? Is that why you want to know?” Regina looks at her with that dark, dark gaze, and Emma wants to reach out and touch her all over again because it’s not the same and yet, and yet it is.
“Don’t do this, Regina,” she says quietly. “Not right now.”
Emma blinks and tries to swallow, to breathe even though the air is so heavy. “Why did you do it?”
There’s a soft laugh from Regina, scornful and sad. “Does it matter?”
“Yes.” Then Emma sighs. “No. I-I don’t know, Regina. Why would you do something like that? Why would you take a kid’s dad away from him?”
“Because I would never do something like that? Is that why you want to know?” Regina looks at her with that dark, dark gaze, and Emma wants to reach out and touch her all over again because it’s not the same and yet, and yet it is.
“Don’t do this, Regina,” she says quietly. “Not right now.”