Six Sentence Sunday, and since that’s the only thing I’ve got time to post at this point on my blog (and I like it, too!), here goes one last snippet from The Angel Genome.
After losing her son, Sam, Lucia has decided that moving on is the only way to keep sane. Which is why Zeph’s question hurts:
His eyes sobered, not a child’s eyes, more serious, more grown-up than they ought to be. He held onto her hand. “Mama?”
The word tore through her like a knife, left her gasping.
“No.” She pried his fingers off her hand and stood, shaking her head over and over, trying to control the urge to run.
The anthology Extinct Doesn’t Mean Forever (containing The Angel Genome and another 18 short stories) is now available: