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Saturday, April 12, 2014

Six Sentence Sunday

Randy’s anger grew as he stormed toward his truck. The engine roared to life, and the truck left skid marks on the street as he drove off. His fist pounded the steering wheel. “You’re a fool, a damn fool. Mom was right when she said I’d be sorry if I asked a rich girl to marry me. Now she can have Drew, her ghosts, and whatever else she finds amusing,” he yelled.

The above is from Chapter Two of my current WIP, Abandoned Souls, due out summer 2014.

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