Six Sentence Sunday
“He’ll die if you don’t,” Meredith prodded, sensing his indecision and worry. Every second he hesitated was a precious second lost, the storm around them growing heavy and black. The sky tinted green and red and clouds drew near. She flicked her gaze back to Baby, holding onto a thin thread of patience. She had forced enough onto him, she wanted him to make this choice, but if he hesitated too much longer…
A large black clawed hand shot out with a speed that amazed her and grabbed her by her face.
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Posted on October 14, 2012, in Original Fiction and tagged blog, books, critique, drabble, narrative, reader, reading, sample, six sentence sunday, snippet, WIP, work in progress, writer, writing. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.