Well, I’ll be spending my morning at Logan Airport in Boston and a bus. No, not going anywhere, just dropping off my stepdaughter so she can spend her summer vacation is S.C. the lucky kid.
Anyway, I’ve decided to post the first six sentences from a manuscript that’s currently going through the crit stage, on its way *fingers crossed* to publication. The story is called Going Going Gone.
Tricia Fiori stuck close behind her younger sister as they made their way through the gymnasium at Reginald P. Harper High School. One by one, she picked out the familiar faces in the crowd. She figured chances the recognition would be reciprocated were slim to none. Whether she welcomed that fact or not, she hadn’t decided. On one hand, it would do her ego good to have someone approach her and say, “Oh my God, you look fabulous!” But then they’d have to recognize her for the girl she used to be.