(An hour ago, I decided to see if my count was off - to see how much more I had to write - I figured I needed another 2,000 words, but I discovered I already had 53,326)!
Shayna moistened her lips as she gave her image a quick once-over in the rearview mirror. A little disheveled, sweat dotted her upper lip and forehead. Her hair, shoulder-length and wavy, had spiraled into a jigsaw of damp curls. She ran her fingers through it, trying to sort out the mess, but gave up with a sigh. She was a sea of brown, sweat-soaked brown hair and brown skin with smudges of black mascara added for drama.
She glanced down at her scoop-necked T-shirt, still stretched smoothly over her Double-D breasts, and tucked it quickly into the waistband of her jeans.
Thank you God, she thought, at least something about her was in place.
There it is! Now go and read more Six Sentence Sunday!Gideon gulped down his drink and walked over to the wall of windows. Stretching from corner to corner, floor to ceiling, they faced east, overlooking Lake Michigan. He loved watching the water strike the shoreline in the moonlight. The black waves surged with gray and white sprays that shot high into the air before vanishing into the night. He could see well in the dark, his eyesight keen in the shadows, too. And since the water at night was mostly shadows and white foam, he could watch the lake until dawn.
Macy opened her mouth to curse Darla out but she was so angry her chest hurt and she didn't think she could breathe. Rising to her feet, she walked to the window. The snow fell thickly from the sky, but she could see lights flickering and a few cars and people struggling through the streets and sidewalks below. She watched them for a long moment before she turned to Darla and said, “I want a meeting with Gideon Russell Smyth and I want you to set it up so he understands he has to answer my questions about the serial murder case." Her voice trembled, but she didn't care. "You owe me big time for this screw up and I want my payoff now."I'll be back later with eye candy! In the meantime, go visit and comment on more Six Sentence Sunday entries.
The little girl sounded like the wicked witch from the Wizard of Oz. If she uttered one more insane word, Macy was going to lose it. “Who the hell are you people?” Macy flipped her hand in dismissal and turned to Darla. "I thought you brought me here to meet a snitch who has information about the serial murder case. These people think they are witches and wizards, fighting what? Demons?"