My first try at Six Sentence Sunday thanks to my blog buddy Miranda (Check out her blog). Sounded like a fun exercise. Check out all the participants' entries.
The six sentences I chose are from "Cousin F*cker" an essay I'd written and submitted to the Writer's Digest Competition in 2006. It ranked #18 in the Essay/Personal Memoir category. Since I'm working on a new one for this year's competition (due May 3), it seemed timely.
Shortly after my pushy co-worker’s arrival, she and I were sitting out on the patio enjoying a pre-dinner cocktail. That’s when she uttered the words that would change everything, and confirm my nagging suspicions. She finished her first Pabst Blue Ribbon (she’d brought a 6-pack), and said, “so I think I want to tell you a secret.” I didn’t know what to say. Or rather, I didn’t have anything polite to say. I wished I'd said, “well, that’s too bad because we aren’t even anywhere near the point of sharing secrets, and the fact that you think we are means you need to leave now."
