For Six Sentence Sunday. This is from Whistle Blowing which will be coming soon, for free, as part of the Love is Always Write anthology. It’s a story about family loyalty, corporate greed, government corruption, and who you trust when you can’t trust anyone.

This is Sebastian getting his first glimpse of the kid who is going to turn his life upside down.

Sebastian sipped his glass of whisky; he’d been nursing it for close to half an hour. The ice cube had long since melted and the drink had gone warm, but he didn’t want to get drunk and until his new job started, he couldn’t really afford it. However, he had once been told that he had the looks for sipping whiskey, dark hair and eyes, and just a little rough around the edges.

A young man stepped into the bar, the noise and lights of the nighttime city chasing him in. Sebastian looked the kid over, and he did look like a kid, with tight jeans, a suede jacket, and spiked bleached hair. Even in the dim light, he could make out perfect, pale skin and a fine-boned profile.