Sunday Six Sentences
Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project - published, submitted, in progress, for your cat - whatever.
“You’re lying to me.”
“Henry, I’m not.”
He stomps his foot and yells, “No, you are! I know what I saw. I’m not crazy!”
She turns away from him, and he wants to scream because he is so tired of secrets and lies. She’s crying, though, and he reaches out to take her hand, to apologize. Except that he can’t touch her. He tries again, and his hand goes through her fingers like she’s not even there.
“I can’t touch you,” he says, and he tries again. And again.
“Henry.” And she’s looking at him with sad eyes, tears falling down her cheeks, and he can’t touch her.