In the spirit of creating more content to post here, I will be taking part in Six Sentence Sunday. Most of my entries will be from my current work in progress, Jasper City. So let’s start off with the first six sentences in the story:
“We were forced to our knees in a straight line, with our hands tied behind our backs. Nothing but desert wasteland surrounded us. Stray dust attacked our exposed faces, threatened to blind and choke us before the guards were through.
They put me at the end of the line, with my children all before me. A tall man stood directly in front of us, the hood he wore obscuring all the details of his face. He fixed his attention on Timmy, the first in line.”
What do you think is about to happen?