Well, I’m pleased as punch to be posting my six sentences on another glorious Sunday morning. I’m pulling six from my story about a witch hunter trying to keep a promise to his former lover (also a witch). But there is more to this world then good and evil:). Anyway, here is my contribution to today’s Six Sentence Sunday, and don’t forget to visit the other authors who are sharing their sentences today.

The bedroom was dark when she walked in, and she couldn’t remember where the switch was for the ceiling light, so she inched into the room, her hands feeling the wall until she touched the bedpost. She ambled around the bed, and sat down slowly, absently pleased she’d found a clean spot.

Shit had changed fast. So fast, she actually hoped one of her superpowers had something to do with damn time travel. A chance to go back to the day before yesterday–you bet she’d take a minute or two to appreciate the things that used to bug the shit out of her. Problem was none of them stood a chance against vampires, shape-shifters and witches.