Sunday Six: Chrysalis

Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project — published, submitted, in progress, for your cat — whatever.

 

Today's entry is from a Hanukkah story I'm working on for a holiday contest.

 

She shook her head, snapping out of Phineasland. She’d tried so hard not to do that. She was thirteen years old now, and that sort of fantasy wasn’t appropriate for her any more. She was a teenager now, not a little girl. She needed to deal with Phineas realistically. He was a good friend. A very good friend. A very, very good friend that she wanted to hug and kiss and cuddle with and...
 

She sighed. It was so hard to deal with this.