I had intended to share some more sentences from The Welcome Inn this week, but I'm on vacation and don't have access to the book. So, I guess I'll share something from the historical novel I'm playing around with. Let me know if I need to go back to the drawing board.
He figured he could have handled everything if only they'd won, but they hadn't won. They had given their life's blood, and the result was galling, bitter defeat which no one would ever, could ever forget. He fumbled with the twine and tied small knots that his fingers were too big to tie and heaved himself to his feet. Just a few more steps now. He had walked all the way from Appomattox, Virginia so surely he could walk around the two wide, pleasant curves in the road that stood between him and home. Yes, after three years, four months, and two days he was finally home.