Sunday, January 23, 2011
Six Sentence Sunday
He plopped a folder atop the table, then folded his arms and rested on them while making an assessment of her that added to her discomfort.
Straightening in her chair, Crystal smoothed her linen skirt and returned his gaze. She crossed her ankles and folded her hands in her lap. The air inside the small room suffocated her, and she wanted to be anywhere but here. She fought the urge to jump across the table and claw out his eyes. “Can we please move this along?”