Six Sentence Sunday: Highway from Hell, Clip Three

Originally published at Jean Marie Ward. You can comment here or there.

Still working on revisions, so I’ll stick with Highway for this weekend’s Six Sentence Sunday. This snippet comes after DeeCee deForrest, aka Eurydice, has made it past Deadlands Immigration to the ground transportation area of the main immigration terminal:

After all the times I’d wished Jim had been around to take care of things lately, it felt as if I’d conjured him. He was almost exactly the way I remembered—drugstore shades crushing a swept-back tangle of light brown hair, cheekbones, chiseled lips and strong chin, white t-shirt, worn jeans. Almost. I couldn’t put my finger on the difference. If anything he seemed more…more something, which didn’t make any sense. Weren’t we supposed to be mere shadows of ourselves?

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• Sun, 09:02: Six Sentence Sunday: Highway from Hell , Clip Three http://t.co/kvs5bhHd
• Sun, 11:29: It's nice to think Stonehenge, one of humanity's most enduring creations, was a monument to peace and cooperation. http://t.co/2KDowB4P
• Sun, 11:31: On the #Me!Me!Me side of things, I've posted another snippet of my HIGHWAY FROM HELL rewrite for Six Sentence Sunday. http://t.co/xJZOAQ1p