Sunday, January 26, 2014

Six Sentence Sunday -- Serial Psychic (WIP, suspense)

From a suspense novel I’m working on:

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“I don’t… No kids. They’re so…” Her feet were moving her forward, though, fingers reaching for the body. They registered wetness first, about the name the scent of copper pennies flooded her nose.

Sweet Jesus. 

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