It's a brand new Sunday. I've decided to move onto a new scene from my YA manuscript, DWARFED. This scene takes place the next morning and one full chapter after the scene posted all summer long. Thanks for taking the time to stop by and check it out.
Luke leans against the battered nursery crate, his fingertips hooked in the pocket of his faded jeans, and staring down at the litter. He glances up as the door to the room clicks closed behind me. “Hey.”
His expression causes my stomach to cramp. My fingernails dig deep crescents into my palms.
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