Six Sentences on Sunday

[jennickels]

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

His father waited for him in the docking bay as they approached. Gil watched from the window while various assistants tried to get his attention with their reports. His father ignored them as if he found nothing more important than his returning son. At least Gil wanted to believe that, but the absolute blank stare on his face gave Gil pause. The trepidation grew as he disembarked and his father still showed no sign of emotion. He wasn’t sure why he expected anything more.