I’m kind of between stories at the moment, trying to figure out what’s next and all that, so this week I’m going to give you one sentence from six stories.
- They might have stared at each other for hours if the barista hadn’t cleared her throat and said, “Seventeen eighty-two,” in the tone of someone who knew they were interrupting but had business to carry out.
- He knew little about Willa Emerson, but it seemed to him the ring would suit her perfectly — pretty, not overly elaborate, classic.
- They smiled at each other, shyly, and at Julian’s side it was Archer’s turn to look exasperated.
He’d come a long way from the gawky kid Orin had known, all elbows and knees, whose grace was only visible when you put a bat in his hands and placed him in front of a ball.
“I don’t think I’ve seen him sleeping since he was in elementary school.”
“Okay, so Siri said this is the closest coffee shop to my apartment and I have to start my morning with coffee, and of course the movers were late so I haven’t even unpacked my coffee maker yet, so can you tell me how to get to the Ely College campus from here with minimal turns because I have zero sense of dir–“