'What's up?"
'I'm fine,' she said, eyes focused on the broom-shaped parcel I'd just placed by the Christmas tree.
It was the best idea I've ever had. She'd unwrap the brush, I'd say, 'I want to sweep you off your feet!' then give her the ring.
'We need to talk,' she said, her tone flat.
#WriteCBC

The candle, within the pumpkin, flickered and died, leaving only moonlight to cast the shadows. From the corner of my eye, I thought I saw movement and, almost imperceptibly, one of the shadows grew taller. Rooted to the spot, time stood still, as the darkness took form, from guord to man. #WriteCBC

He closed the bible.
Exodus. A wry smile crossed his lips.
The photograph - mugshot - he used as a bookmark peered out at him. Almost a mirror image.
'Thou shalt not kill,' he whispered.
On hearing a noise outside, he slipped the book back in the drawer.
'Is there anything else,Father?' #WriteCBC

I feel that, when compared to my novel, the pitch would seem far too eloquent to be my writing, so would be very obvious. 😆