Well scouring around the web, I discovered a fun way to clean up a few sentences and maybe even get some feedback:)...It's called Six Sentence Sunday, and I'm hyped! This is from a short story I need to finish:)...it's called Ghosts, and think Frank Capra's It's a Wonderful Life, with a urban feel. Here goes...
Poppy Green hadn’t thought about being with a man in decades, although being a ghost was no excuse for being forgetful. Still, there was no reason under this moon or any other for her to consider having sex with Henry Taylor. Sure, he was a spirit like her, but he also was a good-for-nothing-son-of-a-gun. No better than the men she used to know before she passed. Back when any fool in a pair of trousers with a nice-sized bulge behind his zipper could trick Poppy into dropping her drawers. She just couldn't get pass those pants, or a set of round black eyes, sinewy muscles, rippling up and down his forearms, or a smooth brown body that glowed all sweet and hot on a summer's night.My, my, my...
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