Alas, Six Sentence Sunday is no more. But fear not, because the lovely ladies at Weekend Writing Warriors have asked me to play with them. It’s slightly different – eight sentences instead of six – but other than that, it’s a great way to continue to share bits of what I’ve written.
This week’s chunk comes from a story about two people who were best friends growing up, but drifted away after graduation: she went to law school and he went into the army. Now a decade later they’re both back in their hometown, trying to figure out where they fit in each other’s separate lives.
Abby, the female MC, visited Eli in the hospital after he was wounded overseas.
I edged over to his bed, picked up his right hand—his only hand now—careful not to disturb any of the wires and tubes sticking out of him. I stared at his fingers and palm, tracing the callouses on his fingertips before gently setting it back down and leaving the room.
I didn’t go back.
Fortunately Jamie Linn was there to help him rebound and rebuild once he was back home in Texas. She’d had a crush on him for as long as anyone could remember. She was a nurse now, or home care aide or traveling physical therapist, something that got her into his house each day and got him back to healthy. And once he was better, up and around and selling used cars with his dad, she’d stuck around. It was the perfect romance story come to life, except my mom said Eli had bad spells where he’d just lock himself in his room and stare at the walls, and Jamie Linn got really weepy whenever a show like The Bachelor or 19 Kids and Counting came on and reminded her that she was twenty-seven, childless, and engaged to a moody one-handed used-car salesman.
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