Once again it’s time to click our way around the world with Six Sentence Sunday reading excerpts from authors published, unpublished, self published and writing for the hell of it.
I’m definitely one of the latter. Writing for the fun of it is the name of the game. If anything sensible happens to the story afterwards that’s just the icing on the cake.
Anyhow, to extend the metaphor waaaay beyond the point where I should have given it up as a bad job, here is another bite from one of my unbaked scones. I’m wondering whether I should add a dash of drama currants, grate in some sexy lemon zest, apply a cherry for the big red nose of humour or sprinkle in the roughly chopped nuts of violence.
Actually that last one was rather disturbing. So on with the excerpt.
Back to Cynfal and his mates from A Fierce Reaping. Cynfal and Aeddan have had a minor falling out and are mending fences by trying to maim each other.
“Give up before you hurt yourself” Cynfal snarled, “I knew that trick when you were still sucking on your mother’s teat.”
Aeddan strained back, his breath harsh now. “Better teat than cock – once you’re on your knees I’ll give you a taste of my hero’s portion.”
“I’d sooner lick out a midden.”
“I thought as much from your breath.”
They grinned at each other, breathless but having fun.