Time to share some more Six Sentence Sunday goodness :)
I'm going to pick up shortly where I left off last week, and give you a bit more from Love In The Time Of Witches. This blurb is from the Traveler's pov again.
Moonlight filtered down through a thick spattering of hemlock and white pine trees. Their earthy scent jogged memories I’d locked away centuries ago––nightmares I’d fought to forget. “Home…sweet, fucking home.”
I’d vowed never to return, never to revisit this god-forsaken corner of earth. My memory of the ground, the trees…hell, the very air, was tainted, haunted with the echo of what once was. Just standing on this miserable scrap of dirt made my stomach clench. No, I never intended on returning to Salem Village.
That's it for this week. Seven sentences again, doh! At least I'm consistent, lol!
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