OLWG #81- The Right Thing

 This week’s prompts are at the bottom. The flash fiction, below, was written for practice.  Practice makes perfect. Let me know what you think.

Here’s how to play along, if you are unsure.

Mandy lived her entire life in this small, damp seaside town. She had grown weary of the storms that continually battered the coast and vowed to leave for a climate more suited for her soul. So, when she graduated from high school she waited until the middle of a weekday night and took forty-five dollars from her father’s top drawer. She’d have taken more, but that was all she could find. As she was closing the drawer she spotted a monogrammed silver flask and on impulse snatched that as well. She packed a small bag and slipped out the front door where she made her way to the bus station.

At the depot she put the stolen money on the counter and told the agent that she needed a ticket to somewhere where the rains were soft, the winds were gentle, and the sun shone most of the time. The old man took her money and slipped it into his shirt pocket. He typed on the terminal, in front of him and printed a ticket which he pushed under the protective glass that he sat behind.

Pointing to his right he said, “take that passageway to gate three, but hurry the bus’ll be leaving in…” he glanced at the clock on the wall and pursed his lips, “’bout four minutes.”

Mandy grabbed the ticket and ran in the direction indicated. No one was waiting when she got to the gate and she began to panic. She rushed to the door and shoved it open so hard that it flew back and smacked the wall behind it. Smacked it hard, but she was relieved to see there was a bus waiting and the door opened as she approached. When she stepped up to enter, she looked inside. The driver was a young man, maybe 25 or 26 he wore tight black jeans with white socks that seemed to glow between his cuffs and his black patent leather shoes. His blue work shirt was tucked in at the waist and had the sleeves rolled up to display his guns. His dark hair was slicked back with a low fade. Rolling a toothpick in his mouth, he grinned at her with crooked ill-kept teeth.

“Where ya headed, doll?” he leered.

She said nothing, she handed him her ticket.

He perused it for a while and gave it back to her. “Find yourself a seat,” he said, “You’re in for quite a ride.” He pulled the lever that shut the door and Mandy turned, hoping to find a window seat. The bus was empty. No one was on board except her and the driver. A cold shiver tickled her spine. She walked about a quarter of the way back, tossed her bag in the overhead and took a seat on the driver’s side of the bus. Mandy began to have second thoughts and wondered if she was doing the right thing.

This week’s prompts are:

  1. ceramic drums
  2. a bee in your bonnet
  3. shadow children

Go ahead and dive in, set your imagination free!
Write something
Ready, Set, Go – you have 25 minutes, but if that is not possible, take as long as you need.

Have fun

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