Six, six, goose!
Welcome to my Six Sentences on Sunday! This excerpt is taken from Chapter 20 of my book, Tenderfoot.
Andrew turned off the music and lights, stripping down to his boxer briefs in the dark. He tugged the bedding back and I carefully slid my bruised body over the bed to rest against the wall. Andrew joined me, pulling the duvet over us. We cuddled together in the faint light from the window.
As I drifted into sleep, I imagined I saw a faint gossamer string stretched between us, shimmering in the dim light. Was this a dream?
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Poignant and sweet. A very tender, dare I say hopeful, moment.
Lovely image with the thread.
Interesting about the gossamer thread. Brings an interesting dimension to the story
What happened to these poor souls??!! Very tender.
Very tender six! Nice!
Thanks!
Great six, Thank you.