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Six Sentence Sunday
Apr. 27th, 2019 10:55 am..because I'm not sure how much I'll be online tomorrow, here's Six Sentence Sunday a day early :)
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From Chapter 10 of "The Ability to Stop"
“So, what has been happening in your world since we last met?” Viwe asked.
They were seated in the shade near an ancient temple, abandoned centuries before for reasons no one could remember. Steve was attempting to catch just the right shading of one of the taller statues but he met the elder man’s eyes regardless. Viwe was just that kind of man---a mentor, a friend in a way that Steve hadn’t realized he’d needed. Over time, he’d grown used to the peculiar (to his mind, anyway---it was obviously the norm for the Wakandans) way the man conducted his therapy sessions. Sometimes, like today, they talked. Other times, they didn’t talk at all---Steve’s first sparring session with the Dora Milaje trainees had been one such time. Viwe had simply sized him up, and suggested that he work out with someone who could fight back, then reschedule.
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From Chapter 10 of "The Ability to Stop"
“So, what has been happening in your world since we last met?” Viwe asked.
They were seated in the shade near an ancient temple, abandoned centuries before for reasons no one could remember. Steve was attempting to catch just the right shading of one of the taller statues but he met the elder man’s eyes regardless. Viwe was just that kind of man---a mentor, a friend in a way that Steve hadn’t realized he’d needed. Over time, he’d grown used to the peculiar (to his mind, anyway---it was obviously the norm for the Wakandans) way the man conducted his therapy sessions. Sometimes, like today, they talked. Other times, they didn’t talk at all---Steve’s first sparring session with the Dora Milaje trainees had been one such time. Viwe had simply sized him up, and suggested that he work out with someone who could fight back, then reschedule.
