This is my first time to try something like this, but the idea intrigued me. So here are seven sentences from my current WIP, Like Fine Wine. Julianne Miles has just arrived in Chicago to stay in her friend’s apartment for a few weeks. She’s believes she’s alone until she hears a man come in…uninvited…
I was supposed to be here, this guy certainly wasn’t.
He was tall and his spiky blond hair, backlit by the sun, shone in a gold halo around his head. “Do I know you?” he asked. “Are you Jules?”
I brushed past him and headed for the kitchen.
“I’m the widow fucking Miles,” I said. “And I need a drink.”
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