*cries*

This is me trying to figure out literary theory.

Six Sentences on Sunday

~*~Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project -- published, submitted, in progress, for your cat -- whatever.~*~

The anger finally bubbled over. He yanked the phone out of her hands, forcing her to look at him. "What, Carter? Did you expect me to wait around pining for you until you got bored or whatever it was that screwed up your marriage." He barely got the words out before he felt the sting of her hand connecting with his face. It hurt like a sonofabitch.