It’s Sunday again! Here’s the next six-sentence tease.
“But I thought Pan was, uh, is a demigod?” Knowing she wasn’t handling this well, she looked down at the glaringly obvious set of panpipes and recalled his quip about the origins of the word panic. He’d been trying to hint it at her, but she chose to ignore the signs. Had told her his name over the breakfast table and she laughed in his face. And her occupation was based on her ability to observe. Shameful.