Sunday, November 30, 2014

Six Sentence Sunday

Another Six Sentence Sunday, this time from Chapter Three:

When Fred arrived the next week, dressed in his heaviest winter coat, Dad’s car keys dangling from his hand, the first thing he saw was … not the new display cases … or the banner … but the giant photo of me. Even though Clark had artistically displayed the canvas print with several others that complemented it, it was the largest and most noticeable print on the wall. I had to admit that they added the perfect touch to the soothing blue-grey walls and new black tables and chairs that were scattered through the front room. The front had gone from being twenty years out of date to fresh and new and modern. Although the construction was still going on in the back, the front was spotless.

All of this, of course, was lost on my brother.

“What, in the name of all that is holy, is that?” asked Fred, pointing to the picture.

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