Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project — published, submitted, in progress, for your cat — whatever.
I have been working on the sequel to Tales of the Centennial Chihuahua, in which Phineas and Isabella try to figure out what their relationship is as they both grow up.
Django laughed. “You have a girlfriend, Phineas? Seriously?”
Phineas sat back against the wall of the repair bay at Tosche Station. “Well, sort of a girlfriend. It’s…complicated.”
"So when do we get to meet her?" Irving asked. "Where is she?"
"She’s a pilot. Has her own ship, a freighter. She’s not here that often. She just left, actually."
Django rolled his eyes. “Let me guess. She’s from Kan’daraan. And the two of you spend all your time together making out when she’s here, right?”