Sunday, March 31, 2013
Sunday Snippet for Pursuing Honor:
Honor brought her other hand up and locked her hold around the handle. The sights on this gun were close to perfect. Before attending medical school, she had honed her skill by shooting the centers out of daisy blossoms. She looked over the metal nub at the end of the barrel, and envisioned white petals encircling (intentionally deleted)'s head. She slid her finger to the trigger. The steel band greeted her as warmly as an old friend.