Welcome back to Six Sentence Sunday! I took a long hiatus to work on some projects (aka procrastinate), but I'm back, ladies and gentlemen. Hopefully with something worthwhile. As always, don't forget to check out the Six Sunday crew here.
I started a SFR while I was gone, but I have no idea what the eff I'm doing. So, for your reading pleasure, I give you six sentences from Cyber.
Cyber stared through the glass separating her from millions of stars, the fingers of her left hand tingling to touch them, to hold them, to never let them go. Each time she stood on the observation deck, she vainly made wishes on each one, millions of wishes unanswered and millions more still to be made. She balled her hand into a fist and slammed it against the thick window. The hum of the engines carried through the walls and into her skin.
It’d been months since Kalilah had become sick, but the passing of time in space made it seem like her little sister had been lying in the med bay for years. Unreal that it’d only been two years since her own accident.
