Another fine, summer weekend, another Six Sentence Sunday to enjoy! I know I can't wait to read them all... how about you?
Thanks to everyone who visits each week, and especially those who leave comments :) You totally make my day :)
Last time I introduced you to Simon and Faith, so now you get a bit of (one-sided) dialogue. By the way, just like a few of you commented that Simon doesn't seem like a servant, Faith also *isn't* a princess... he just calls her that.
“Good morning, little princess.”
Though his words and the rattle of the glass door had broken the silence, Faith did not turn, make a noise or even twitch to suggest she was aware of his presence. It was as if she was shut off completely in her own little world.
With cautious steps, Simon crossed the small room and placed a tray by Faith’s side, his breath loud in his ears against the soft clink and clatter of breakfast dishes. The smell of fish broth and salted butter made his mouth water as he stirred a spoonful of precious honey and goat milk into her tea.
“Are you hungry, little princess? It’s your favorite, baked clams.”
Her long black eyelashes were in profile, so still they seemed decorative, like the fine wire jewelry worn by the artisans and factory owners of the glass city.