Six Sentence Sunday: Flight #8 — Violence

Welcome back! It’s Six Sentence Sunday, it’s the next installation of Flight, and the fight is on. Get yer popcorn and join Bartholomew for a rooftop view.

If you’re new or wanna review, the story starts here.

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Bartholomew leaned out over the roofline like a gargoyle, smoke swirling around him and away. A small smile tugged up the right corner of his lip. He hadn’t missed how the little girl had twisted Mary’s name into a curse.

Neither had Mary and the larger girl’s fist came around to smash Tilly.

The blow struck her cheek and she crashed into the red brick wall. She landed in a slimy puddle and her head struck the cobblestones with a crack.

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22 thoughts on “Six Sentence Sunday: Flight #8 — Violence

  1. I am really enjoying this story. You have nailed the atmosphere, the tension and painted a wonderfully vivid picture. Thank you.

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