Happy Sunday! My snippet this week follows last week's (and every other week since the beginning of May), and has been pulled from my YA contemporary romance(ish) manuscript. Dwarfed. Thanks for checking it out.
Don't forget to check out the snippets the other great writers participating in this week's Six Sentence Sunday.
“If the sow lays down long enough, there's a chance your piglet can eat,” Luke says, his voice still shaking with the last dregs mirth.
I can't imagine a worse situation.
“Your skirt is trashed.”
Trashed is an understatement. Between the dirt and … other stuff, ground into the fabric, the piglets had ripped entire chunks of material apart. Even the poorest of medieval peasants would have been ashamed of it, they would have considered it a Badge of Shame, though I thought it looked better some the clothes I saw the last time I flipped through a fashion magazine.