Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, the weekly hop for everyone who loves to write! Every Sunday wonderful authors post eight to ten sentences of their work. Please show some love by following the links and reading. Comments are always appreciated. My clip this week carries on from last week.
Weekend Writing Warriors
George bent down as quick as his aching knees let him, and picked up the photograph. “What a pretty little girl,” he said, handing it back to Beth. “She has a twinkle in her eye that reminds me so much of Grace.
Beth smiled down with affection at the picture. “Thank you, yes she is very pretty, and such a sweet child. Her name is Chloe, and she's just three years old. She's your Grandaughter.”
George, doing a quick mental calculation said, “That would mean ...”
“Yes, you're right, I was pregnant at the funeral, but Jake wouldn't let me tell you, no matter how much I wanted to.”