Sunday, July 17, 2011

Six Sunday

Al looked at the three-quarter empty bottle of bitter tea at her feet. "Did you just drug me?" she couldn't help the angry squeak in her voice, because the world was definitely taking on a distinct fuzz.

"I think this is the right spot," he murmured as he stopped rowing, his head up to look around.. He met her eyes for a moment, crow-black to velvet brown. "Sure did," he said as he capsized the boat.

7 comments:

  1. Well I'm completely hooked.....who is this guy and why is he drugging her what the heck's the deal with capsizing the boat?!? Very intriguing six!

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  2. Wow. Talk about a cliffhanger! Now what??

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  3. WOW! Great six! Can't wait for next week!!

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  4. That is so totally intense.

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  5. Well, damn! Where's that going? *grin*

    ~Xakara
    Dawn's Early Light

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  6. I love his nonchalance...

    but I don't know if anger would *squeak*... disbelief, perhaps, hesitation, maybe, but anger doesn't see squeaky to me...

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