“You see her Jag?”
Dad asked.
I was looking at Evil’s
eyes. Brown. On the lighter side. Like her hair. Oozed emotion. Apology. Angst.
Hope. Some others I couldn’t put words to. Maybe fear. That she shouldn’t have
jumped at Mother’s idiotic invitation.
'Oozed emotion' Interesting
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Good excerpt!
ReplyDeleteMakes me wonder what the idioticinvitation was – and if you've got a reader wondering, you're probably doing it right.
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