Six Sentences on Sunday
~~ Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project —published, in progress, for your cat — whatever. ~~
From a fanfic:
Instead, he zipped her jacket to her chin. He wished he had a hat to give her. She just stared up at him, eyes slightly unfocused. Crap. He brushed her hair away and slid his thumb over the growing bump on her temple. So not good.