This week's snippet is again from Sorrel Snowbound, and carries on from last week's extract. Sorrel has reached the surface.
Two thuggish officials are questioning our heroine...
The
first officer looked at me suspiciously, eyes running up and down me.
‘You got any valuables?’ he asked sharply, clearly not expecting
a positive response.
His
companion scrambled down from the trike, and joined his moustachioed
friend. ‘Wot's wiv the headgear?’ the newcomer asked before I had
had an opportunity to think of a smart answer for his friend. He had
grubby fingernails and a beard that was as unkempt as his friend's
facial hair. Evidently the militia of Rendmer didn't think much of
grooming.
I
reached my hand up to my head, realising as I did so what he was
talking about. Actually, my
hair probably left a considerable amount to be desired in the
grooming stakes.
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