Every Sunday — or in this case, Monday — I will attempt to share six sentences from one of my WIPs.
“Nope,” said Liam. “I used to live for the trips to the Chicago Institute of Art. My brother and sister, they didn’t like it much, but me and my dad would go a few times a month. It was our thing.” He paused a moment. “We were going to go this Christmas, but–” he shrugged. “Next visit.”