This week’s Six Sentence Sunday is from a winter time story I started writing about two years ago. It’s a moldy oldie!
I’m re-visioning it for use as a free read in a Winter-in-July event coming in … well, July! The heroine in this story is human, the hero is an abominable snowman! (A Yeti). Here’s the scene:
He stood, all six feet or so of him. Long. Muscled. On the heavy side of lean. She decided right then and there he could hold her if she ever had a nightmare. Those arms looked safer than anything she’d ever seen.
“You rescued me?”
She nodded, and he ran a hand through his hair. Oh no. It looked as though he found her affirmation troubling. “Is that bad?” she asked in a voice too small for her body.
He sighed and dropped his hand to his side. “I owe you my life, then.”