Wow. Sunday rolls around so fast! But here's my six (Six Sentence Sunday) from the same WIP about the FBI special agent, a vampire, who is having a hard time keeping a promise to a witch.
Gideon rushed up the snow-covered walkway, pushed open the double doors of the Tilden Community Bank and sidestepped the uniform clad body lying face down in the small foyer. A quick glance at the dead man, Gideon’s eyes moved from the teller stations on the north wall to the waiting area on the south wall, and then to the center of the lobby and a series of desks and chairs, tossed into a pile in the middle of the floor. A hard, dark wood floor, stained nearly black with blood, stretched out before him surrounded by banisters with carvings of misshapen gargoyles. It was an old building, a hundred years old, with high domed ceilings, deep and echoing, also smeared with blood.
As he stepped into the main lobby it struck him, a stench so disgusting; he stumbled into the wall and grabbed his stomach. Damn, he thought, this case was going to be a problem.Wow. Just got this posted in time. Now, I'm off to add the photo so if you see this at 9 a.m. Eastern - it is sans the pretty...
