Polite Chatter and Guns

It’s Sunday, and you guessed it, that means another Six Sentence Sunday, which means:

  • You pick six (6) sentences from anything you’ve written–a work in progress (wip), something under submission, something sold; something new, something old.
  • You sign up at the Six Sunday website Tuesday starting at 6PM EST.
  • You post it on Sunday (along with posting a link of suxisunday.com)! Such as I have below.
  • And then you enjoy.

And I’m sharing snippets from a wip called Countdown, in which Zoe is doing everything she can to save her floating city from being “decommissioned,” or dropped from the sky. It’s written mostly from Zoe’s POV, but we switch to her brother Lawson sometimes to see the battle at home.

Last week Lawson snuck into his own house to try and figure out what was going on with the royal soldiers and his mother; he could hear voices, one of them his mother, speaking quietly and decided to go for the shotgun in his mother’s closet before confronting them. It was gone. We fast forward a bit here.

Standing in the shadows of the doorway, he could see his mother clearly: she sat at the dining room table across from two soldiers, and on the table under her folded hands was the shotgun. The soldiers’ hands were on the table, on display. His mother’s eyes barely flicked away from the men in front of her, but she’d seen him. “Come in,Lawson.” He took two quick steps into the kitchen and noticed one of the soldiers’ hands flinch against the table, but they didn’t turn to look at him, eyes only for the woman, his mother, across from them.

Lawson didn’t blame them; she wasn’t a woman to fool with.

I’m actually a little worried for the poor soldiers. We’ll see how they fair next week.Anyway, until then: more snippets.

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15 thoughts on “Polite Chatter and Guns

  1. I love Mrs. Soul!!

    I bet she has those soldiers working the farm for her in apology by the end of the next scene (or she’ll have ’em buried in the cellar).

  2. siobhanmuir says:

    I love the description of the men being wary of his mother. Evidently they’d learned from past experience. Well done six, Jalisa. :)

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