Six Sentence Sunday #10: Hey, Mary.

Welcome back for another Six Sentence Sunday excerpt from my paranormal short, Flight.

Tilly's up, she's mad, and her Pappa taught her: "Never start a fight, but always finish it. And always fight dirty."


Tilly rolled over, rose to her knees, and looked around. She hefted a chunk of red brick, and the smile returned to Bartholomew’s lips. Her palm barely fit around the flat side, and the jagged, broken edge jutted past her fingers. Bartholomew’s smile became a wicked grin as Tilly stood, clutched the wall for a breath, then turned toward her attackers. She stumbled toward them, her hand down and back as she came up behind her assailant.

“Hey, Mary.”


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