Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Excerpt: Tuesday's 1-liner

Julian realized that she had left her own moisture, so she kissed again to dry the spot. When she did, she took in a sweetness—like cinnamon, like coffee cake, or bread. Cat carries her work with her! Trade secrets, reserved for but a few.

“You smell lovely!”

“Oh,” Cat smiled. “I probably smell like kitchen sweat.”

“No, you smell like cinnamon! Like a sweet, little cinnamon girl.”