Six Sunday

My good friend Marie Dees turned me on to this "Six Sunday" think that's happening on Twitter. Authors are sharing six lines of their work so that people can have a quick taste. So, here's mine!

This is from the beginning of "Harvest Moon". My regular readers have seen this before, so bare with me as I share it again for any new folks.

Cross-legged, Dancing Cat sat pounding the sun-dried Saskatoon berries between two hand-sized rocks. The stone, her hands, and her buckskin dress all bore the tell-tale signs of berry duty. Streaks of red dye, impossible to clean, striped her clothing and tanned skin. She tried pushing her hair off her cheeks, only to have the sticky residue coating her fingers glue the dark strands in place. The black flies swarmed and buzzed, ready to feast.

She worked in silence as part of the greater circle of twenty women, who chatted as they worked.

So those are my Six Sunday.