If it’s Sunday there’d better be six! This week’s six sentences come from a WIP about two small town sisters. One just happens to be the mayor and the other is the resident masked hero.
Finally, finally Sam closed the laptop and stretched. Her smile was as fake as it was every time she gave a damn speech. “Now then, what can I do for the savior of my fair city?” Alicia’s crimson-gloved fingers curled in irritation. She was tricked out in more armor and special weapons than a freakin’ warlord’s armory and her big sister was grinning like she’d just showed up to work in a Halloween costume. It was only because she’d gotten used to it through the years that Alicia didn’t drag Sam across the table and put her in a rear naked choke hold.