Friday, February 19, 2010

She almost breathed a sigh of relief. . .

Thursday's writing prompt response just in time for a little weekend inspiration. Here's a small piece of what I worked on the other day.

She almost breathed a sigh of relief when she pivoted back and halted in her tracks. The air she had been about to blow out now stuck in her throat.

A man stumbled in front of her, bumped her and then grabbed onto her arm. “Give me your purse,” the man demanded in slurred speech.

Great. Just what she needed. Jane shook her head in disbelief. This could not be happening to her. As if pink undie man wasn't enough now a drunken mugger.

Without thinking, Jane shifted, dropped her arm, and the man staggered back then straightened. He reached into his pocket, fought with the material of his jacket then thrust his arm out in her direction as he stumbled.

Her heart jumped in her chest when she saw a glint of black metal. Gun!


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