PROMPTuesday: Exercise #5
Ten minutes or less, 250 words or less. Today’s assignment: Write something spooky. (I read this aloud to Le Husband and he said it’s not spooky. I missed the mark on this one but am posting anyway since it’s what came from the exercise.)
Just two hours earlier, she’d been on the side of the busy highway talking to her husband on her iPhone. “My car just stopped running on the on ramp. I’m gonna be late for my meeting and I spilled coffee on my white shirt. Fuck! This day is monumentally fucked and it’s not even 8:00 yet!” Now, as she crawled frantically on her stomach through the grassy field, hair and sun and tears in her eyes, she stifled her noisy gasps for air, trying to conceal herself in the brush. She heard an airplane pass by far overhead and tasted the metallic canyon in her mouth. The damp morning earth seeped through her coffee-stained and now mud-covered shirt, and she felt the ground give just a little beneath her elbows and knees. She wished desperately that she’d waited for the damn tow truck instead of taking the stranger’s ride. But he’d seemed so nice. He was from Wisconsin, for shit sake! Who ever heard of a psychopath from Wisconsin? Then Jeffery Dahmer came to mind.
She began to breathe faster.
She crawled faster.
She whimpered.
She clawed at the ground, scolded herself for being so stupid and prayed to a God she didn’t believe in.
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