I don’t know about you, but I miss Six Sentence Sunday. I made an image to use for it and everything. Here is its:
It was a huge group with a very diverse set of authors, some of whom absolutely rocked and some of whom I still follow. But eventually it folded and the group diverged into special interest groups. Most of the MM ones had words like “sexy” in their titles and I never really felt I fitted in there when posting six or however many sentences about whatever – loading a Long Nine, shoeing a horse, taking cavalry over rough ground, supplying an army in a harsh winter. But I still missed the weekly posts, the reasons to show up and display whatever I was working on. So I’m very pleased to be part of a brand new group started on Facebook by Charley Descouteax and Rian Durant. Here’s a new picture to go with the posts:
And here is my snippet for this week. It’s from a short story called Calon Lan, set in Wales during the Great War, and it’s a MM romance told from the point of view of the sister of one of the protagonists. These are the first few sentences of the story:
Bethan put the plate on the table and craned her neck to peer past her husband and through the window. The farmyard, still misty even though it was past noon, was empty apart from a few fowls.
“He’s run down the lane.” Nye picked up his knife and fork. “We saw the post cart. Beats me what Alwyn and his pals find to write about.”