And what does Sunday mean?
Another Six Sentences, of course!!
I should imagine you all know the drill by now, but just in case – go here and you’ll find a terrific linky list of authors each of whom has provided a six sentence slice of fiction to delight, entertain, horrify or educate you.
Or you can click the link after you’ve read my six.
Since last week we hit a natural break in the long and tortuous tale of how Cynfal obtains a set or armour and all the fancy pants bits to go with it, including a very stylish if somewhat damaged bed warmer, before heading south to slaughter Saxons, we’ll take a little break. More next week and I hope a lot more n November when I hope – fingers crossed – that I’ll be finishing the damn thing during Nanowrimo.
This week and just this week I’m going to do the kind of shameless self promotion thing that I have been trained since childhood NEVER to do but as an author one is expected to do and draw my six from my story “Set In Stone” that was published in a Halloween Heat M/M erotica anthology from Etopia Press last week. No links because that would be against the SSS rules.
Joe is the new boy on the Mountain Rescue Service team based near Brecon and is being urged by the rest of the team to spend Halloween night up in the hills alone by an ancient standing stone:
Bethan’s brother interrupted the rumble of agreement. Greg is a big, calm, brown bear of a man—Grizzly Adams dressed by Berghaus—the muscle of the team, and the one I would most like to have permanently on my top rope, if you catch my drift. Right now, he looked worried.
“I wouldn’t spend the night by Maen Madoc at this time of year.” His rich, strongly-accented baritone added weight to his words. “Not at the dark of the moon— when the way between the worlds wears thin.”
Many, many thanks to commenters. I try to reply but I frequently lose the plot a bit. However every comment is much appreciated and while I don’t always manage to reciprocate I do read everyone else’s sixes. I learn a lot