Here we are again with Six Sentence Sunday. I'm pulling my six from one of my current WIP, Total Apocalypse of the Heart, an erotic horror set in the middle of a deadly viral pandemic. Last week Sam Lancaster was reminiscing about the love he let get away before gunshots broke him out of his reverie... What the hell?
He dashed to the front of the store carefully avoiding the windows. He didn’t want to be seen by the infected or whoever happened to be firing out there. Staying in the shadows, he pressed his back against the brick column between the front door and the display window and peered outside.
A jacked up, primer-gray truck had haphazardly parked in the lot. The Jones boys--local redneck assholes--jumped out of the vehicle with such enthusiasm you’d think they were headed to a titty bar and not a gun shop in the middle of a damn plague.
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And before I leave you, I wanted to show off my new birthday present. I'm so happy with the way it turned out. I can't wait until it heals so I can have the color added!
