Yay, this is my first Six Sentence Sunday and I’ve chosen one of my favorite parts from my latest release, Hardly a Stranger.
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What to do about Redding?
Although he asked himself the question at least twice a week, his previous answers had always been to do nothing. But as his birthday drew closer he was starting to feel his age. Five and forty was almost old. Was he going to wait till his sword was wrinkled and wouldn’t rise before he satisfied his craving for Francis Redding?
That image was not appealing.
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