Six Sentence Sunday: Full Metal Librarian XXXIV (Recognition)

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Thanks to everyone who has been kind enough to leave a comment here over the past thirty-three Sundays!   I really appreciate your encouragement and input.  Eventually, if I’m actually going to get this completely out of the drawer, I’ll need to stop giving the story away . . . but not this week.

This week, Clyota has clobbered the thief who tried to waltz out of her crime-scene-sealed house with her mother’s lockbox last week (and it was an epic and glorious fight, trust me) while she and the Pressmen were trying to break in to find the same thing.  Naturally, they’re a bit curious about his identity. . . 


“Assistance, please?” he asked, indicating the mask.

I squatted and peeled the black fabric up to the forehead, then studied the narrow face: sharp, long nose, cheekbones like blades, thick blond brows over—I rolled up a heavy eyelid—pale blue eyes.  “Never saw him before.”

The Pressman stared intently at the face for a long, still moment.  “I have.” 

He turned and walked back to the Beacon.


 Previous Installments:

First ♦ Second ♦ Third ♦ Fourth ♦ Fifth ♦ Sixth
Seventh ♦ Eighth ♦ Ninth ♦ Tenth ♦ Eleventh ♦ Twelfth  ♦ Thirteenth
Fourteenth ♦ Fifteenth ♦ Sixteenth ♦ Seventeenth
Eighteenth ♦ Nineteenth ♦ Twentieth ♦ Twenty-first ♦ Twenty-second
Twenty-third ♦ Twenty-fourth ♦ Twenty-fifth ♦ Twenty-sixth
Twenty-seventh ♦ Twenty-eighth ♦ Twenty-nine ♦ Thirty
Thirty-one ♦ Thirty-second ♦ Thirty-third


22 thoughts on “Six Sentence Sunday: Full Metal Librarian XXXIV (Recognition)

  1. It’s kind of chilling to have someone recognize the person breaking into your house, but not say how. But *sigh* I love everything Reynard does. I don’t think Clyota could have asked for better back up.

  2. I love the word clobbered. It always make me chuckle and think of a Carol Burnett skit. Okay, I’m old. LOL. She sure is noticing quite a bit of this thief’s face. Umm. Wat up?!

    • Not really—there are plenty of non-cliffyhangy (?) sentences in there, and some of them might be interesting, but they aren’t as much fun. 🙂

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