Well, here is another prompt that I posted in April on the
Writer’s Digest wall. This premise is
why you were late for a meeting. Hope
you like it!! Please feel free to leave
a comment, they are appreciated!
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Hannah stared down at her phone as it lay on the white
tablecloth while she waited for her food.
She pushed the refresh button again to see if Roger had emailed her. She
was getting impatient. Instead the
dreaded email of her boss displayed with a ding.
“What could she possibly want?” Hannah growled.
“Where the hell are you Miss Riley?” it read. “The meeting
is in ten minutes and of course it looks as though you forgot!!! Get your soon to be jobless ass here
immediately!”
“Oh crap!” Hannah mumbled as she threw a twenty on the
table and hurriedly grabbed her suit jacket from the back of the chair then
bent to grab her purse on the floor.
She rushed toward the little gate that separated the café’s patio from
the sidewalk and began to run. Just as
she rounded the corner she was enveloped into a rush of passengers coming from
the ferry that had just docked and now filled the entirety of the walkway.
The panic set in as she realized that she wasn’t going to
make it and would have to deal with the evil that was Cora. She made it to the crosswalk and while
waiting for the light to change she realized that she had left her phone on the
table.
“Shit!!” Hannah
was close to tears as she turned to make her way back through the crowd to the
cafe. She was in full sprint now and
trying to think why she had even decided to go out to lunch? She knew why, it
was Roger and her stomach jumped with excitement at the thought of his daily
salacious emails. She was now at the
table she had been sitting at and no phone in sight. She looked around and called out to a passing waitress.
“Oh my God! This
can NOT be happening!” She cried as she
followed the young girl to the bar area where the lost and found was.
She looked up at the clock above the bar that teased her
with the fact that she was already fifteen minutes late. She wasn’t going to make it back for the
meeting, which meant the bitch would surely fire her now. She sat down on the nearest stool to wait
for the waitress when she heard the sirens.
She looked up at the breaking news on the flat screen mounted in the
corner and the reporter standing in front of the building where she worked.
Hannah was listening but the words didn’t make sense. She watched as people were running from the
revolving doors with their hands up, some bloody and some being helped. Police and SWAT teams were running inside
along with paramedics. The waitress
came back with her phone as she listened of the shootings on the 17th
floor. Her floor. She looked down as
her phone rang to life and Roger’s smiling face displayed on the screen.
“Honey, I think you just saved my life!” She whispered.
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