Sunday, March 27, 2011

Six Sentence Sunday - Gems from the Trunk

I've been doing some spring cleaning lately, going through abandoned WIPs to determine if they are worth pursuing. I'd never written a cowboy piece before, and started this one a while back. I had to set it aside, though, to finished the Silver Wings project. Anyway, here's how it began.

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No fucking way.

Walt Mccade remained rooted to the spot, oblivious to passersby dragging rollaway luggage and squalling children behind them. He kept the sign at chest level, thinking perhaps the double-take expression shot in his direction might fade into embarrassment when the young man neared and realized he read the name incorrectly.

Because no way in Hell did this person, this slender boy in the pleated slacks and blue Polo way could he be...

They stood nearly toe to toe now in the busy concourse, with Walt staring into eyes deeper than the richest dark chocolate.

"Hank Finnegan," the young man said, and extended a hand.

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Like I said, work in progress. Wayyy progress.

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