Thursday, August 13, 2009

Illusions Mini Excerpt


She ignored the whistle and the “hey, hot stuff” called from a yellow convertible filled with frat boys. The car slowed and she gave them her peel-yourself-off-my-sneaker look to get it speeding along again.

The only danger there is having my shoes puked on.

2 comments:

T. Anne said...

I love the peel-yourself-off-my-sneaker look! That's a great line.

Lazy Writer said...

I'm with T.Anne. I loved that sentence!