Okay, so this is my second post in the Six Sentence Sunday. The sentences below are the continuation from a WIP titled The Last Someone. You can read my first six here.
I hope you enjoy.
Good. He cares more about those damn flowers than he does me, anyway. I’ll show him. I’ll show them both. I don’t need them or this place.
I slipped my only prized possession—my grandmother’s necklace with a miniature lightning whelk pendant—over my head, said C’est la vie to the dated marshmallow-white furniture smothered by pepto bismol pink walls, and scurried down the tree outside my window like a human crab.