SIX SENTENCES FOR SUNDAY

Six sentences for Sunday :) This is the shortest kind of post.

When I started working on writing in a more minimalistic style I decided to write a different story. It seemed more sensible than changing my wip half way through.

I'm in Chapter 4 (CHIPS WITH EVERYTHING) of my Sci-fi MG and loving it :) 

Mortimer makes a friend, handy when he has just made an enemy too.

Mortimer looked at the other boy. He wore the same pale pink synthetic suit Mortimer had seen on all the pupils in the facility. Tucked into black boots, belted at the waist and with a tight roll at the neck, the suit made even the thinnest wearer look like a string of sausages. This boy was no chipolata.

                 “My name is Fortinbras,” he said.

                Mortimer could see that he might have to.