Category Six Sentence Sunday

Six Sentence Sunday

He couldn’t wait to get Judi out of his garage and out of his truck. How was he supposed to concentrate when she hung around his garage with that swaying ponytail?Ponytails always revved his imagination. His fingers itched to tug the elastic out and watch her hair tumble down around her face.He had no idea what he had done […]

Six Sentence Sunday

Judi leaned back against the tarped car and watched him work. “Don’t touch that.” Bryce pointed at her, but didn’t look up. Judi stood up straight. “What’s under here?” She tugged at the cover and glimpsed a sliver of gray primerpaint. “Are you restoring a car?” From Sucker for a Hot Rod.Six Sentence Sunday

Six Sentence Sunday

Bryce waved the torque wrench, then swung it at the Ford. It bounced off the quarter panel, leaving a dent in the fender he’d spent a week pounding and smoothing to perfection. The vibration ricocheted up his arm. He swung again. And again. The car screamed, pulled at his arms, trying to hold him off, […]

Six Sentence Sunday

Judi had donned the bikini-body printed apron that his mother usually wore. She’d cinched the ties around her waist and Bryce wondered if the curves illustrated on the apron reflected the figure underneath. His mom must like Judi. That was her favorite apron. She didn’t even let Grandma wear it on Christmas. From Sucker for […]

Six Sentence Sunday

His fingers shook. “Judi Montgomery, will you marry me?” He opened the box and a square cut diamond winked at her against the cushioned white satin. “What?” She hadn’t meant to say it out loud, but it slipped out. This was a bit more than an oil filter.From Sucker for a Hot Rod available from […]

Six Sentence Sunday

“You know her?” Judi asked. Bryce peered over his shoulder at the retreating waitress. Is he checking her out, Judi thought, or trying to remember? He’d probably recognize her more easily if he was looking at her face. “It’s a small town,” he said. “I come here a lot.” From Sucker for a Hot Rod, […]

Six Sentence Sunday

Judi bit her lip hard to keep from giggling as Big Jim cowered against the shed door. Before the urge left her, Big Jim stood up and brushed the dust off his “father of the quarterback” sweatshirt. “Little buggers leap like that – they probably have rabies.”  He panted. “You sure he didn’t bite you?” […]