Six Sentence Sunday

Another  little snippet from The Treasure Myth. Jed spies Susan walking around in the front yard. He’s hiding in the shadows on the  porch of the old plantation house.

         And stopped dead in his tracks.

         Susan appeared again out of the deepening fog settling in the lower levels of the front yard.  A vague soft image, like a ghost from a more gentile time, moved with beauty and nimbleness through the slightly overgrown lawn, wildflowers flowing around her shapely legs.  Gracefulness replaced the remembered awkwardness of ‘Little Susie’, firm and sure, like a sensuous spirit flowing out of the fog, Susan left him remembering another night.  A night when he’d almost made the biggest mistake of his life. 

         The night he’d almost made it with the town whore.

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