When she’s done taking stock

Sunday Six

Happy New Year!

Six unedited sentences from the upcoming Part Eight of You Will Find Your Way.

When she’s done taking stock of her body—all in one piece this time, thank goodness—Dallas finally rolls to her feet and takes a slow look around the clearing.

She takes another deep breath of fresh air—really fresh air—and narrows her eyes, concentrates hard but can’t hear anything like a road, or any other signs of humanity like she should.

Something isn’t right.

If Maris sent her back to her home in New York City, she should definitely hear the symphony of angry taxi drivers or the chattering of hotdog venders or homeless men busking for change in Central Park, but—

Above her head, a bird caws as it flaps it wings and takes flight. It shakes the branches of the tree it perched on, loosing a leaf that floats to the ground, lands on the toe of her boot.

Previous Sunday Sixes
December 25 and December 18 and December 11 and December 4

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A life-long college sports fan and forever bitter about the country's east coast biases, Kathryn, the Fake Redhead, graduated from the University of Arizona with a BA in Creative Writing, emphasis in poetry because she felt the fiction studies emphasis was too pretentious. She is currently helping other writers hone their craft while she pursues her dreams of becoming a published novelist.

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