Six Sentence Sunday

It’s Sunday again and that means it’s time to drag out the ol’ work in progress and select six sentences to razzle and dazzle you with.  The following six sentences come from a YA paranormal story of a young girl who is an exchange student in France.  I hope you enjoy it. Look next week for a post on Irezumi tattoo art.

The smell of fine cigars hit her when she entered the tiny shop. It was packed with
people supporting their habit. Lizbet got in line and waited her turn behind a
man in a nice suit. He had dandruff all over his shoulders though and she made
sure to stay back from his greasy hair. The French may know how to dress, but
some of them still did not know how to bathe.

“Dunhill, menthol, two packs s’il vous plait,” she asked.

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