Jolene B Perry is hosting this neat blogfest where you post 5 lines from your current WIP.
Lowering his voice, Ben said calmly, “My mother works hard to feed us and you do not pay her fairly for her goods. That will change.”
“Oh really! And who exactly is going to make me? You -- a daft boy?” The merchant's big hand slammed the counter so hard the basket of eggs jumped and the man laughed at his own joke. Then he wiped the spittle from his mouth with his hairy arm.
“No one is going to make you. You’ll want to."
