Six Sentence Sunday
Another six sentences from my work-in-progress, Castle 8 (more or less continued from last week).
“Until then,” said Finn, “I’m buying us time – unless you want to leave now,” he added in a mocking voice.
“Oh please, Greg,” said a small voice. “Let’s do it - please?”
March stood in the door of the kitchen, half naked in hand-me-down pajamas that had once belonged to Finn. It was the only way to keep March in clothes since the earthquake, by giving him Finn’s old castoffs. Thankfully, Finn was the hoarding sort who never discarded anything, even when he ought.