I present to you Eight Sentence Sunday, a blog hop hosted by Weekend Writing Warriors. I finished National Novel Writing Month in November, so you'll be seeing parts from that for the next couple of months as I expand and edit the rough draft.
She didn't want to jinx it. If she spoke it, it would become real, and something real is also something that could shatter.
"You had been talking about the Evercloud and how it was just sitting there and how it had always been sitting there and how it was unlike any cloud you had ever seen." He took a breath. "And I thought about it and I agree, it's unlike any cloud I've ever seen." He pulled a stool out from next to the wall and sat down.
"And then I started to ask questions."
"Then you started to get ideas on how to answer those questions."
"You know me too well."
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