Welcome back, Sixers! Thank you so much for returning each week and leaving a comment. It really makes my week to read them. I hope you'll check out the other authors who participate in Six Sentence Sunday, especially Cara Michaels who has just had a recent release.
Last week, Tricia MacGowan almost mauled a casino guest, revealing just a little of her inner-self. She thought it was over when the bouncers took care of the guy and headed toward her car in the parking garage. But the man followed her and attacked her when her back was turned, hitting her in the head first and knocking her down. He kicks her while she's lying there, but suddenly the blows stop coming and she's trying to figure out what's going on.
A sticky glob of melted gum sat two inches from her nose, but that wasn’t half as interesting as the view beyond; her attacker lay on the ground moaning and whimpering as he curled into the fetal position, tears streaming from his eyes. Tricia couldn’t get her mind around his new position as she struggled to breathe through the pain. Something moved in the foreground and her eyes focused on a pair of fancy boots pivoting toward her.
Her gaze meandered up from the boots past the black denim clad knees, to the leather belted waist, over the strange, gold embroidered black shirt with laces, and up to the golden eyes of the man crouched in front of her. She recognized him from the Casino, with one new addition.
“You . . . have . . . horns like mine,” she gasped in wonder before the darkness swallowed her whole.
The idiot should have just left well enough alone when she snarled at him, but I hope you enjoyed the glimpse of the Goblin King. You'll get to see more of him next week. Thanks again for stopping by and happy reading!