Ah, Sunday again. I’m not a big fan of the day, since I have to work, but it’s all good. I hope you’re all hopping along the trail of Six Sentence participants today in my absence. Don’t wear those pages out,  I want to read them when I get home!

On with today’s post, continuing from last week:

            She allowed the fury to fester and boil inside her. She actually reveled in the power it churned. If for some reason Jack thought he could bluff his way out of it, he would be surprised when he walked through the front door. After sending him the email with proof of his infidelity, Brynn spent the next two hours and six packs of sticky notes, marking everything she owned for the twelve burly men that showed up within twenty minutes of her summons. Greenbacks always were the best motivators. The storage facility should be filling up quite nicely by now.

Oh, I love it when six lines ends in a paragraph. I’m a little anal about that sometimes.  Have a great Sunday everyone!