Six Sentence Sunday, Inamorata first six.

Welcome to Six Sentence Sunday! :D

Here is the first six sentences (unedited) of my work in progress, Inamorata.

The pain seared in Trent Garland’s abdomen as he slithered toward freedom. If he could just make it to the bathroom, he would be okay. He just needed use to the toilet and maybe take some Pepto-Bismol. Surely, he would be just fine. This would be easier if he could walk, but he didn’t possess enough strength to get up on all fours and crawl.

I just ate or drank too much at the Christmas party. He told himself, dragging his heavy body across the floor of the side corridor.

Have an awesome Sunday!
Cheers,
Keira