SIX SENTENCE SUNDAY - DRAWN

In this weekly feature, participants post six sentences of their work. Like the flowers, we all hope to attract a little attention.

We also hope to get a little feedback on the work.

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This is a small section of the novel I work on when I forget I am supposed to be writing MG.

DRAWN is romantic fiction – currently at 25,000 words. The section below is from very near the start.

Let me know what you think!

       Darrah crawled beyond the camouflaged walls of the hide hidden in the canopy of the Great Oak Tree. She hardly noticed when the twigs scraped at her cheek, one leaving a mark just below her eye. The man had stopped on the crest of the hill, highlighted in the rays of the setting sun. Poised there, his lean frame resembled a tarroch – a tree stripped of branch and bark, hardened by the elements, carved with skill – the strength of nature itself. Although she had reached the place where the branch was thin and the danger should outweigh her need to see the man more clearly, Darrah pushed herself closer to the edge; she knew, without seeing him move, that there were only moments until he would turn and run and leave. The wood beneath her fingers crumbled, the snap registered, and yet she leaned forward to catch an unrestricted view of the runner.

WHAT DO YOU THINK?

I missed the second Campaigner's Challenge :(