Sunday Six Sentences
Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project -- published, submitted, in progress, for your cat -- whatever.
Emma comes to her office eventually. There’s no way around it, not when Emma is still the sheriff because this is just doing her job. That’s all it is. Regina clenches her fingers around the edge of her desk.
“Congratulations,” Emma offers in a quiet voice, scuffing the toe of her shoe against the office carpet. “I knew you would win.”
Regina forces a smile onto her face, a politician’s smile, one that will eat her alive. “Can I help you, Sheriff Swan?”
Emma flinches and holds out a folder. “Just delivering some paperwork. You know where I am if you need me.”
Emma comes to her office eventually. There’s no way around it, not when Emma is still the sheriff because this is just doing her job. That’s all it is. Regina clenches her fingers around the edge of her desk.
“Congratulations,” Emma offers in a quiet voice, scuffing the toe of her shoe against the office carpet. “I knew you would win.”
Regina forces a smile onto her face, a politician’s smile, one that will eat her alive. “Can I help you, Sheriff Swan?”
Emma flinches and holds out a folder. “Just delivering some paperwork. You know where I am if you need me.”