Welcome to this weeks offering to Six Sentence Sunday where participants post six succulent snippets of their work.
This six is staying with my WiP, Death’s Daughter. We are still at the funeral, our girl was lost in thought about how happy the widow was that her old boss (aka the deceased) left the biz to her and then…
As the crowd streamed forward to grab fistfuls of dirt to drop on the coffin, my eye snagged on a tall hunk of gorgeous staring me down. He was toward the back of the group and I caught snapshots of him in between passing mourners. About six foot and then some, broad shouldered with golden shoulder length hair. He glowered with anger. At me. Between one person in a black suit he was there, and the next – he was gone.
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