Ginger Simpson-Six Sentence Sunday

It's SSS again and Super Bowl Sunday.  Hope those of you who aren't football enthusiasts will continue on with my time-travel with an historical twist, Sisters in Time.  I hope you're enjoying the bits I've been sharing.  To refresh your memories, Taylor has awakened on the Rocking C Ranch in the 1800s while pioneer wife, Mariah has been in Denver's best hospital and is now on her way home with David, the man who insists she's his wife.  They've stopped in front of a set of doors, and while in her wheelchair, Mariah questions why they're waiting.  David has simply said, "Elevator," like she should know what it means.

Today's six:

The massive doors slid open to reveal a strange little room. Without a word, David turned the wheelchair around and, tugging at its resistance to a raised threshold, bumped her up, over, and inside. He pushed another button, and the doors came together and sealed them inside. The metal prison sucked every bit of air from Mariah’s chest. She panted in quick gasps, detesting the feeling of confinement in such a small area. David seemed unaffected and obviously didn’t notice her state of panic.

Sisters in Time is available via Eternal Press or on Amazon in both download and print.  And don't forget to go to Six Sentence Sunday for more links, especially to Angela Quarles, a fellow time-travel author.  See you next week, when we'll discover some of the strangeness Taylor's discovered.

Six Sentence Sunday

Welcome to SSS again.  I'm continuing with another six from my time-travel with an historical twist, Sisters in Time. In this scene, Taylor has just awaken in Mariah's bedroom, in the late 1800s.  The last thing she recalls is driving her Lexus to work in downtown Denver, fiddling with the radio to quell the onset of static, and then hearing a crunch of metal.  She's bruised, bandaged and dizzy, and dealing with a strange man who insists she's his wife, and she's losing patience with him.  He's trying to refresh her memory my mentioning their daughter, Callie.

 Taylor winced when she squared her shoulders. She massaged her temples with her fingertips. “Look, Frank, or whatever your name is. I don’t know any Callie, and I don’t know what you’re trying to pull, but it’s not working. Don’t piss me off. Either call me a taxi or bring me the damn phone!”

Tune in next week for Frank's reaction.  :)