Thursday's writing prompt response

Last night as I relaxed, I sat down and came up with this little snippet to yesterday's writing prompt.

Prompt: She sat down at the counter and everything was fine until. . .

She sat down at the counter and everything was fine until the man with a moustache and the smell of her stalker sat down next to her. Then her nerves went haywire. Her stomach pitched, bile pushed at the back of her throat, and the fork slipped from her sweaty palm and dropping on the plate of scrambled eggs with a clatter.

“Are you okay?” Dawn, the waitress she’d seen once a week for almost three years asked.

“I, uh, yeah,” she lied and tossed a twenty onto the counter.

“I’ll get your change.”

“That’s okay. You keep it,” Jane said as she slid off the red vinyl stool.

“Don’t be ridiculous. I’ll get your change.”

As soon as Dawn walked off with the uneaten plate of food, check, and the twenty dollar bill, Jane shoved her garden magazine in her bag and bolted for the door and safety. If not for the fact that people would be watching her go to her car, she would have run. Instead, she calmly, but briskly strode to her car with keys in hand. Aiming the key fob at her SUV, she unlocked the vehicle, and rushed to the door. She grasped the handle and tugged. The door opened an inch then slammed back in place. When she reached for the door handle, she gasped and jumped. Her back met the hard wall of a chest as two large hands splayed along the top of the door frame, pinning her in.

A deep voice spoke into her ear. . .


What did you come up with?

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