Sunday Six Sentences
Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project -- published, submitted, in progress, for your cat -- whatever.
One
Ford looks right back at him, silent for a moment, and then takes a step closer to him. “Why are you still in Boston?”
“There’s no rule saying I can’t be.”
“That doesn’t answer my question.”
Two
“Head hurts a little bit.”
“Yeah, well, you did try to knock a demon out with it.” Dean pulled him in for a hug before Adam could protest, murmuring in his ear. “You’ve got a hard head, man, but not that hard.”
Laughing, he didn’t even try to act irritated and leaned into his brother for a moment. “I didn’t have a lot of other options.”
One
Ford looks right back at him, silent for a moment, and then takes a step closer to him. “Why are you still in Boston?”
“There’s no rule saying I can’t be.”
“That doesn’t answer my question.”
Two
“Head hurts a little bit.”
“Yeah, well, you did try to knock a demon out with it.” Dean pulled him in for a hug before Adam could protest, murmuring in his ear. “You’ve got a hard head, man, but not that hard.”
Laughing, he didn’t even try to act irritated and leaned into his brother for a moment. “I didn’t have a lot of other options.”