anobscureaspirant tagged me on this meme on Facebook, but since I don’t know if I’ll post it there, I’ll definitely post it here. It’s a 7x7x7 challenge, where you post the seven sentences after the seventh sentence in the seventh chapter of your current WIP.
Okay, alexshortandsweet. I cheated and did a few more than 7 sentences just to get y’all to the end of a paragraph/logical stopping point. But here it is:
When Aristide had last seen Cyril, five days ago, he’d been hungover and peevish, gray with fatigue. Now, the flickering candle on the tabletop cast warm light onto the planes of his face, disguising the dark shadows under his eyes. He had shaved—no, been shaved—and the clean line of his newly starched collar made a bright stripe against his smooth skin.
"Am I?" Despite his fresh appearance, lingering exhaustion colored his speech and movements. He stared into a cordial glass, turning it on its base so the liqueur hung in veils on the crystal. "Sorry."
"Hard d-d-day at the office, dear?" Aristide flirted over the rim of his cup, waiting for Cyril’s riposte. It didn’t come. Instead, Cyril snorted, and sipped his digestif.