Another Six Sentence Sunday!
Six more sentences from my first complete drawer novel are below.
I managed to catch every red light as I wove through the one-ways that frame downtown Davenport—typical.
There was just enough time after plugging my car into its space in the library complex garage and clearing the retinal print at the staff entrance to sprint up the stairs to the locker room, throw on my body armor and clock in. Thirty seconds to spare.
In the weapons room, Regina was behind the blastproof window, cleaning an assortment of firearms. “Hey, Clyota.”
I gave her a brief nod, said “Afternoon,” and signed the sheet for my HushMaster.
Almost missed signing up this week—it hasn’t become a habit yet.
Um . . . Should it be?