Sunday Six

To crib from a trend I’ve seen going around Tumblr recently, I’m going to try sharing six sentences from a writing project I’m working on every Sunday.  So, here goes:

The girl in her bed was a body.  Not, at first, a person, only a configuration of limbs.  Perhaps she even thought it was dead—until, standing there in the doorway, she recognized its breathing, its livingness.

She felt in that moment dizzy with improbability.  To come home after several days away (and where had she been, exactly? that is still a mystery) to some strange dark shape sleeping on her sheets—who expects that circumstance?  What should one do?

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4 responses to “Sunday Six

  1. Lee

    I really like this idea! By the way, my writing streak has already died two deaths this year. It was going so, so well so I’m sad about that 😦

    Love reading your six sentences, am deeply intrigued—and also I miss your Friday Fiction posts!

    • hourofgold

      Thanks, my friend! I’m so glad to see you’re doing this on your blog, too! I love getting to read snippets of what you’re working on!

  2. susan

    Sometimes when I came home from work when Barbara or Jazz lived with us, I would see them very still, their eyes closed. I mean very still. I would take a deep breath, make a wish, and then exhale very, very softly.

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