Six Sentence Sunday (Empty Nests)
This is being typed on my phone because I’ve lost all other net access. :(
This is from my almost finished first novel Empty Nests.
Dave pulled over a chair. “It’s just, my girlfriend’s pregnant.”
“Are you sure it’s yours?” He couldn’t picture anyone wanting to have sex with Dave. The chronic Cheetos stains should have been reasonably effective birth control right there.
Dave looked thoughtful.