I know I’m early, but what can I say? I’m just a keener!
So here are the first six sentences from my Work In Progress; Death’s Daughter…
Anne waved her pinky at me over Fin’s grave. The priest’s voice droning in the background was surprisingly easy to ignore. It went perfectly with the cold November drizzle. I gave a sad smile back. She had been relentlessly trying to pin me down over the last couple of weeks. Something about lawyers and accountants, dull stuff I just couldn’t deal with at the moment.
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