It's Sunday again which means another Six Sentence Sunday!
I'm still working with my YA manuscript, DWARFED. This week's six picks up right where last week's left off. If you missed last week's six you can find it here.
A saucer shaped nose, as big around as my hand, inserts itself between two of the bars, bumping against them in an attempt to widen the narrow gap.
“More pigs,” I ask as disappointment shoots through me. Based on Luke's expression prior to opening the door, I'd expected the room to be full of, something magical and exotic, not more pigs, though if the room's any indication the owner of the nose might not be like the other pigs. Not only was this room considerably hotter, I could only see the single hog, which was contained in a small crate instead of wandering around loose with a herd of other pigs. “Is this where you quarantine the sick pigs?”
Luke's eyes shine like a kid who's just been given an enormous bag of Christmas candy, "not exactly."Thanks for all your helpful and encouraging comments. You guys rock!