Why hello there, it’s been a while.
Well, here is a little on the spot flash fiction to tie you over while I get back into my writing groove.
This piece was inspired by a prompt on Today’s Author Write Now Prompt’s.
An unexpected obstacle
At last, she was getting out of this town.
This little hick of a town was working on her last nerve. But, finally, she saved enough to up and go. And this was her last chance. Tomorrow she is suppose to marry Rick. Rick, the golden boy. Rick, the guy every one thought was perfect for her. Well, obviously, they have never been in an argument with him and had to hide the bruises for weeks on end.
This is it.
This is freedom.
She looks over her shoulder as she exits the coffee shop just across from the bus stop where her getaway car is awaiting the last passengers. Pretend carefree she walks across the street and look at some posters on the bus stop, with another glance around, she walks closer to the bus and with a last look over her shoulder she reaches out to grab onto the handle. But her hand is grabbed instead.
“Excuse me?!” she exclaims as she turns her head around and her breath stops in her throat.
Her eyes grow big and she tries to shake the feeling off her back, he would never bust her. Not to Rick. But on the other hand, he does work for Rick. But, he has also seen the bruises, the abuse, the horror…
“Will, let me go.” She doesn’t ask, she demands. If Rick taught her one thing, it is to always act if you are going to get exactly what you want, then you will probably get it..
Instead of letting go, he gets out of the bus and take her with him, the grip on her forearm stronger than she expected from him,
“Elizah, you are not save.”
“I know! That is why I am running away. Now let me!”
“You don’t understand, he has people looking out for you, he thought you would do something like this. He had me waiting on the bus for you, and Darius is waiting at the airport.”
“You know, I am stronger than you think… I have a few tricks of my own.”
With a condescending glance to her side he laughs, “sure, E.”
“Okay… So you got me. Now what.”
“Now we are running away.”
With a tug at her arm he leads her to his Chevy standing in an alley, gives her a big floppy hat and helps her into the car.
“To our future, love…”
“To the future…” she replies with a sneaky look in her eyes.