Every Sunday I share Six Sentences from one of my books or current WIP
Today are six sentences from my short story, Anarchy. You can read the entire thing for free on my blog.
“I didn’t realize we were on such intimate terms, Interceptor.”
“That isn’t what I… Ugh! How has no one shot you yet?”
He curled his thumb and forefinger over his chin, emphasizing the forbidden beard. With the edge of his tongue, Wyle drew attention to his bottom lip practically glistening above the black forest. “I haven’t a clue,” he said, laughing at her.
Ellen Mint 