Time for Six Sentence Sunday where authors post six sentences of their writing. This is from my November 28th release, Her Dark Knight. Enjoy! And if you want to read other’s six sentences, go to Six Sentence Sunday to find some more fabulous authors.
When time held no meaning, seasons were inconsequential. He’d lived through hundreds of them but today he could feel spring in the air. The breeze was warm upon his
face. The sun seemed brighter. He was aware that this new appreciation had nothing to do with Mother Nature but rather Madelaine at his side.