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That young, sinuous arm pushing the flap open did not belong to her husband. Her eyes snapped open. They alit on Suero, sitting across from his mother, with that ever-present goshawk perched on his specially padded shoulder. He handed bits of bread up to its sharp beak. She wondered at his audacity to carry the bird with him after what it had done to her husband’s face. The count should have had it killed.
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I can feel her rage. Great six!
ReplyDeleteI wonder who that arm does belong to. LOL Can't wait to find out who she fantasizes about. Great snippet!
ReplyDeleteLoved that scene...and I can't blame her for her thoughts!
ReplyDeleteLove this six. Well done :)
ReplyDeleteGreat description! I can really see what is happening. :)
ReplyDeleteLove your voice ~ another great six!
ReplyDeleteI love the dynamics you create between all the characters in this story! Well done! :)
ReplyDeleteWow, I love how the threads of the plot are woven into so few lines. Great job.
ReplyDeleteExcellent six. Just right.
ReplyDeleteIntriguing 6, can't wait to see who she fantasized about, and then this interplay with Suero adds another layer to the story...
ReplyDeleteInteresting six. This is my first week visiting and I'm definitely hooked. There's so much going on in such a little snippet.
ReplyDeleteI'll be back next week for more!
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You always show her controlled emotions so well. Thanks for another great snippet!
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