Sunday again! This week's six picks up where last week's dropped off, and as promised, I worked things back around to my pretty little piglet, well sort of. Also, thank you so much for pointing out all the flaws in last week's snippet, it always amazes me how many obvious flaws I miss. Because of your help, DWARFED is a much better story than it was prior to me starting all this Six Sentence Sunday stuff. Thank you!
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No one knew whether I was going to live or die.
My parents had stuck it out, they’d believed in me, and made sacrifices to ensure I’d not only survived, but thrived. Was it possible this tiny piglet with its uncertain future, the universe’s way of providing me with the means of settling a cosmic debt?
I hurry across the room, twist my fingers in the bottom of Luke’s t-shirt and force him to look down at me.
“I want it.”