Six Sentence Sunday
Meet Victor Ramsus Graves. Recently released from prison, Vic is waiting for his buddy to bring him his guns at a safe house: (Taken from the 0.99 novel Murder Creek available at Amazon and Barnes and Noble)
Sighing, Vic flipped through the four channels he received--only one of which had less snow than the Himalays--and settled on a foggy channel, listening to the news.
His body jerked, and he was aware only that he’d fallen asleep, awakening alert with a nagging feeling like he’d left his guns in the car.
But he didn’t have his guns right now—Grey did—and he didn’t have a car either.
As his blurry gaze slowly focused, his weary brain struggled to comprehend what he was seeing: A giant ass coming straight for him.
“Oh Shi--Unghh!”
He hammered his fists against the outer thighs of the sumo-wanna-be holding him pinned to his chair. Weren’t wrestlers supposed to let go when someone tapped out?
Head back to headquarters, where other awesome authors await:
Six Sentence Sunday Blog
Sighing, Vic flipped through the four channels he received--only one of which had less snow than the Himalays--and settled on a foggy channel, listening to the news.
His body jerked, and he was aware only that he’d fallen asleep, awakening alert with a nagging feeling like he’d left his guns in the car.
But he didn’t have his guns right now—Grey did—and he didn’t have a car either.
As his blurry gaze slowly focused, his weary brain struggled to comprehend what he was seeing: A giant ass coming straight for him.
“Oh Shi--Unghh!”
He hammered his fists against the outer thighs of the sumo-wanna-be holding him pinned to his chair. Weren’t wrestlers supposed to let go when someone tapped out?
Head back to headquarters, where other awesome authors await:
Six Sentence Sunday Blog
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