Welcome to another installment of Six Sentence Sunday. Today is a follow-up to last week's entry: the beginning of my new Contemporary Romance which is still going by the working title: How Long Does it Take to Fall Out of Love, or as I jokingly refer to it: HLDITTFOOL Don't worry, I have a much shorter title in mind, just waiting on edits before making it official.
Last week, Liz and Ronnie, best friends since their college days, were having lunch at a sidewalk cafe when the plastics plant exploded. Today, we get Liz's impression of the scene:
Up and down the street people
poured onto the sidewalks, pointing southward. I saw a great pillar of black smoke billowing from the
place where there should have been only tall towers, slim columns, and fat
boilers. Inside the smoke, orange flames licked at the edges of the deceptively serene noontime sky.
I shaded my eyes and looked away. It was too much, too surreal. On the ground, dozens of black smudges caught my eye, grackles knocked out of the air by the concussive blast; the smaller gray spots were undoubtedly sparrows.
I shaded my eyes and looked away. It was too much, too surreal. On the ground, dozens of black smudges caught my eye, grackles knocked out of the air by the concussive blast; the smaller gray spots were undoubtedly sparrows.
That's it for today! See ya next Sunday. If you would like to participate in Six Sentence Sunday, simply go to http://www.sixsunday.com/
