Well, for the first time in a long time I'm writing truly slowly. At one minute to midnight I have 1 sentence for write slow. I've been noodling around with another novel concept and left it too late in the day to give this one proper energy. It's a short sentence too!
Jo held a branch of fresh eucalyptus leaves on the fire, waited for them to catch and brought the pungent smoke to Mel's face. She gently washed the smoke over Mel's body and breathed in the pungent fumes.
“Shhhhhhh,” said Mel.
The fire flickered and Jo shivered, unnaturally cold, as the sun rose higher.