“Are you talking about your implication that I could be bought?”
He held up a finger. “See, there it is. I never implied that.”
“Ha,” she said as she straightened and threw her hair over her shoulder. “Now you’re an liar and a jerk.”
Tag: Six Sentence Sunday
Six Sentence Sunday: The Implication
Six Sentence Sunday: The Necklace
She raised her head and gripped the lapels of his coat and looked at him with eyes so intense they glittered. “That’s not why I’m with you. I don’t care about the jewelry or the money.”
Six Sentence Sunday: The Legend
When he reached the end of the bar he leaned his hand on the grimy surface, trapping the weasel in front of him in the corner, and said in a very quiet, steely voice, “Hi, Billy. Remember me?”
Six Sentence Sunday: Remove Your Hand…or Else
She could never take him on in a game of cards. Every cruel thought in her imagination seared right through her sapphire eyes and bored into his, which he struggled to keep impassive. Still, she maintained her cool façade, something he deeply admired amidst his mirth. Tony carefully bit down on the inside of his lip to keep himself from laughing at her next words. “I don’t play those games, Mr. Viscolli. Remove your hand, or else I’ll remove it.”
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