This week's creative writing prompt responses

So. . .I am finally catching up on this week's writing prompts.



Monday's prompt was The candle. . .



My try at it, although short, hopefully is visual enough for you to intrigue you. Here it is:



The candle flickered as the wind forced the sheer curtain to float into the room. Amy shivered against the breeze and prayed for the candle, her only source of light, to remain lit. She paced the small room rubbing her hands up and down her arms. All she wanted was to get out of there, but where could she go?



Wednesday's prompt was Outside the cafe. . .



Outside the café fists flew. Rose stared wide-eyed as a giant of a man pounded his clenched knuckles into the face of . . . “Holy shit!” She banged down the coffee pot onto her customer’s table.

“Hey!”

Rose barreled her way through the onlookers standing in the aisle. “Move,” she yelled as she elbowed the idiots who watched the smaller guy get body-slammed into a parked car, his head crashing into the windshield. The front door banged against the railing when she threw it open and rushed down the steps.

“Get out of my way,” she said in her husky voice shoving her way through the crowd. The bloodthirsty mob parted and turned toward her flailing fists. “Stop the man before he kills the guy.” Rose whacked two longtime customers upside the backs of their heads before she grabbed the big man’s shirt and yanked.

The man swung a hand behind him and missed her face by an inch.

“Leave him alone you big galoot!” She swore at his backside as she tugged at his broad back.

Again, the tall guy swatted at her as if she were a fly.

“Help me get him off!”

Bill and Bob, the two regulars who she had whacked on the heads stepped into the fray. After several failed attempts and a few more people from the mob, the giant was finally pulled away. His colorful language burned her ears as she slid past him and halted in front of the limp, bloodied body of . . .

Her scream rent the air.