Sunday Six: Gentlemen In Distress (again)

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

 

The final Trope Bingo story is done in first draft, working on some rewrites now for posting later this week. I’ve posted from this one before, but it’s ripe for another post.

 

Perry idly strolled into the backyard, his mission for the day complete. Doof had been defeated, and Perry had gotten away scot-free. The Tofu-inator hadn’t even gotten a shot off before Perry had hit the self-destruct. And now, his favorite part of the day…

 

He waited for somebody to say, “Oh, there you are, Perry,” but there was just silence.

 

He looked around. The backyard was empty. That wasn’t right.