Six Sentence Sunday...Sept 30th

These Sunday posts roll around too fast! Rather like the year and the whole screaming towards Christmas thing…or is it just me and/or an age thing…?


I raised my face to the storm-clad sky and let the rain wash the sweat and blood from my skin.

Some of that blood was mine.

Most of it was not.

I drew in a deep breath and savored the scent of pain, anger, and confusion that rode the air. This day—this moment—had been a long time coming, and I intended to enjoy every second of it.

If only because seconds were probably all I had left.


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