Random thoughts on our impending doom and everyday life, courtesy of a Romance Writer who occasionally feels the need to talk like a Sailor.

Sunday, 9 September 2012

Six Sentence Sunday...

Welcome to another Six Sentence Sunday. Continuing straight on with our arranged marriage in outer space in the year 2088: Louise has arrived at a mining base on the moon of Esther to meet her new husband, Gideon. The person waiting, however, is not the sweet charming man she expected. This guy looks and smells like he was recently hosed off a barroom floor. With her stomach tossed about by the shuttle landing, our heroine is having trouble not puking on the stranger's shoes. Feeling a lot like unclaimed luggage, Louise has just asked him where her husband is…

  “Shit, you haven’t been told?” The man, Adam Elliot, pinched his lips and growled a few more expletives. “Gideon died in an accident four weeks back. I’m his replacement.”
“Replacement, like as in the mines?”
“Like as in your husband.”


  1. Oh, I've been expecting this, but you delivered it beautifully. I'm smiling. Yes. Great! Now for her reaction. Love it!

  2. OMG, this gave me a good chuckle in the end! As Virginia said, I kinda thought this might be the case, but the way you delivered it was pitch perfect that it got a reaction out of me, great job!

  3. Wow! Impact!!! That is excellent, Kylie. :-) Is this published? Looks like my kind of read. :-)

    1. Hi Teresa, no not published yet. I'm doing another polish on it before submitting. :) Cheers, Kylie

  4. Ooh, I can totally feel Louise's sinking stomach right now. "Is there a loophole? Can I get out of it? What the hell do I do on this godsforsaken lump of rock?"

  5. Oh, snap! I SO want to read this, Kylie!

  6. OH! MY! I kind of expected something along these lines but the excerpt delivered the stunner just perfectly! This is quite a story, can't wait to read more...always a terrific six from you :-)