It's the return of Six Sentence Sunday, where I post six sentences of a current work in progress here to share with you. This excerpt is from a paranormal YA I'm working on. It's set in France in the 1980's. I haven't been able to do any more writing on it in a couple of weeks as I am getting a paranormal mystery ready for final edits.
Happy Reading!
She tried to creep past the kitchen where she heard Breton music coming out of the radio Madame kept there. The everlasting potage Madame kept on the backburner was already bubbling, a mush of vegetables that was supposed to be a soup. Madame was so frugal that she never threw anything away she simply kept adding to the pot. Lizbet wasn’t sure what was for dinner but it wasn’t smelling like much. Like most of the French, their main meal was at lunch. The trouble was Madame bitched about giving her money to eat lunch at school so she mostly went without.