Sunday, July 29, 2012

Six Sentence Sunday, 7/29/12

Here are six sentences from a story bubbling around in my head, tentatively titled, Dragonclaw.

2:45 A.M. Fifteen minutes until his shift was over and Monday, his day off.  He hated working the weekend swing shift, but as it paid more…  He had called his roommate to remind him to pick him up. No answer meant one thing; Steve had changed his mind about staying in, and had gone out and had hooked up. What would it be this time; A poser from Rage, something a little rough from The Mother Lode, some buff, muscle-guy from the gym?  Or some random guy he encountered along the street while crawling from one club to another. 

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