For Six Sentence Sunday a snip of my first major publication, Eden Springs, now for sale (and slightly discounted) through Dreamspinner Press

Here Aaron is given an exotic treat as part of a thank you for a job well done.

He took a sip and found it more than fine. The taste of warm jasmine filled his mouth and rolled down his throat. He had almost no memories of his grandmother, except a hazy image of her sipping tea. She had poured some into small chipped cup and given it to him. He remembered the warmth of the tea slipping down his throat and the smell of jasmine more clearly than his grandmother’s face. He couldn’t have been more than four.