Sunday, February 6, 2011
Six Sentence Sunday - 2/6/11
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Another one from Playing For Keeps...
Ryan rinsed off quickly, then grabbed a towel from the shelf, and wrapped it around his waist.
After wiping away the steam on the mirror with a sweep of his hand, he took a long hard look at himself. He rubbed his fingers across the stubble on his chin. God, he needed a shave or maybe he needed a new face. Man, I’m getting old. Where was the young rookie that used to gaze back at him? Not that he’d trade places with him - that kid didn’t know shit.