For today's Six Sentence Sunday I have decided to keep going with my Dad the Bounty Hunter WIP. Hope you enjoy it!
My stomach turned at the thought of actually having to spend the night in this rat-trap hotel; I thought they only existed in cheesy television shows. The carpet looked older than me and I was afraid to see what the bathroom was going to look like but it didn’t seem to be bothering Jack at all as I could hear the shower. There was no way I’d be able to sleep on that mattress tonight, just the thought of how old it was sent shivers up my spine. I wondered just how far the hand sanitizer in my purse would go. I hadn’t noticed the shower stop then Jack stepped out of the bathroom wearing only a small white towel. Suddenly I didn’t care about the darn mattress but I was pretty sure I wouldn’t be sleeping on it tonight.
2 comments:
great dscriptive writing, love her disgust at the place before she is distracted!
Yikes, sounds like a really grotty place. At least she has a hunk to take her mind off it. :-D
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