Summary Sunday

I wrote my way through a cold this week, so a few of my writing sessions were a bit hazy. I hope these new sentences make sense. Hazy or not, I enjoyed writing them!


Monday: Let him go now, when she had only just found him?
Tuesday: She shot up from the stool and ran to her husband's side as William spewed a mouthful of ale across the table and burst into a coughing fit.
Wednesday: “What folderol you’ve learned to recite, Rob.”
Thursday: “Ye always made yer own choices, Rob, and remember what it cost ye.”
Friday: But in truth, the folly had already been done.
Saturday: Only one thought had rushed into his mind then, thrumming out everything else: This. This is my chance.