Six Sentence Sunday


Sam drew her knees close to her chest, and tried to stop the shaking of her hands by clasping them tight. Although her mind registered Bryce said he wouldn’t hurt her, she didn’t know if she could trust him. For all she knew he could be a sadistic pig, waiting for her to lower her guard and when she thought she was all cozy and safe, he’d rip her apart and deliver what was left back to Harold.

God she wished she smoked, or drank, anything so she had something to do with her hands, occupy her thoughts, anything other than this waiting.

Casting a glance at Bryce through her lashes, she noted his relaxed posture as he sat on the end of the bed. He may have looked relaxed, but she knew he was keenly aware of everything around him, he'd proven that back at the diner.

5 comments:

  1. I love the tenuous anticipation and I could see her fidgeting. Great six! Thank you.

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  2. Tense six! Now I have to know...is he good or bad?

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  3. Lots of tension going on here. Good writingl

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  4. Thank you. You'll have to wait and see if he's good or bad.

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