Six Sentence Sunday
When her hand had completely healed, Elena released it.
The air was heavy with shock, and the smell of burnt skin, sickeningly sweet, clung to it. She wanted to offer a logical explanation, but none came to mind. The only thing that came to mind, was the certainty that any friendship with Amy had ended before it had begun. So she was surprised when Amy's next words were laced with awe.
“That's some powerful shit you've got going on."
This is my first ever six sentence sunday (I know, I know, what took me so long), and that was an excerpt from my book, The Witching Pen (Book One of The Witching Pen Novellas) -- an adult paranormal romance / urban fantasy.
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