Six sentence Saturday
November 3, 2012 | Six sentence Saturday
From the story currently interfering with my concentration.
A cold steady drizzle dripped down Camillia Worth’s neck. At least the icy rain kept her awake while she waved for a taxi. Normally, rainy or not, a trip to Paris was a keenly anticipated treat. Not this time. Not even the joy of coming home unclenched the fist of fear in her stomach. She was cold, soggy, jet-lagged, and worried sick.
Posted by Evanne @ 4:00 am
November 8th, 2012 at 8:41 am
Well, okay, now I’m wondering what she’s worried about. Good snippet.
November 8th, 2012 at 4:18 pm
Thank you, Allie! Teasing is part of the fun