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More drawer novel . . . More angst . . .
I turned on my terminal with a defiant ping and brought up my messages.
There were more than forty, and most had Press flags attached. I deleted all of those—I didn’t know what had stirred the muck bucket, but I wasn’t having any.
I grinned. Let them try to break down my Door for a vidbite—I hadn’t had a chance to test the heavy artillery, yet.
My reflection in the screen grinned back at me . . . until I realized I only had one message left.
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19 thoughts on “Six sentence Sunday: Full Metal Librarian XIV (Deletions)”
I hear the drum beat in the background!
That’s probably the dryer . . . 🙂
Da, da, da… Great world-building in this six with a cliffhanger in the end! Always wanting more. 🙂
Thanks, Jessica! Cliffhangers R Us with this, I think.
uh-oh! Great 6! You seriously need to get this out of the drawer/trunk….
Thanks for the encouragement, Angela! Once I finish my current WIP, I’ll start looking it over in earnest.
Great detail with just enough to intrigue. Great six!
Thanks, Cherie! Yours, too!
I love the thought of testing artillery on the press. great six!
Well, these Pressmen, anyway. 🙂 Thanks, Wendy!
Awww, when can we read the whole thing?
That’s a good question, Sarah. Haven’t a clue!
You know I love these.
Thanks, Lisa! 😀
I love her nonchalance–both towards the press and the possibility of their very serious danger from her door. But then for a message to make her so anxious? Makes for great reading. 🙂
Hey, it’s their choice, right? 😀
I can really identify with the situation – thinking I can cavalierly throw away something valuable, because I’m looking for something better, then realizing I have almost nothing left. Then, it’s too late.