Prompted 4.0

The bar was crowded despite it being late on a Thursday evening, everyone had to work tomorrow, but seemed to be celebrating the weekend a day early. Grey sat at a table near the back, the top of the table was old, worn and sticky with spilled boozy. He sat in an uncomfortable chair, waiting for her to arrive. The table revealed three empty tumblers and a fourth filled with an amber liquid.

Grey sighed then took a sip of his whiskey. She said she’d be there by 11 p.m., but it was nearing a quarter to eleven.

Where was she? Kaz was never late. He checked his watch again, and the clock struck midnight.

When he looked up, there she stood at the entrance of the bar, radiant as ever. Her skin glowed the soft silver of the moonlight. As she crossed the threshold of the establishment, the crowd went silent for a moment and all eyes fell on her.

Her silver hair and eyes a contrast against her smooth charcoal skin. No one made a sound as she shimmied up to the bar, ordered a cosmopolitan, and wandered to the back of the bar. She didn’t seem to notice all eyes on her, even as she sat to face Grey.

“Sorry I’m late,” she said, and took a sip of her drink.

Prompted 3.0

It was a long way to Philadelphia and, if anyone asked, Jennifer couldn’t really explain why she was going there. All she knew was that she HAD to make the trip…

She was on a mission from God. Or so the angel in her dream had told when she woke up at three a.m. in a cold sweat. She quickly changed into jeans and t-shirt before grabbing her essentials – phone, keys, and wallet – before running to her car.

Before she knew it, she hopped onto I-94 from downtown Chicago, and cruised eastward to Philly. She drove straight through for twelve hours, only stopping to refill her gas tank, driving until she reached the center of Philly.

When she parked, she blinked and got out of the car. The afternoon sunshine hurt her eyes. She asked a passerby, “Where am I?”

They gave her a weird look and went on. She kept on asking until someone answered, “Philadelphia.”

She couldn’t remember getting into the car or even why she made the trip. She walked around, feeling lost, but unready to get back in the car and make the long drive home. As she meandered, a man walked up to her and said, “Are you alright miss?”

Jennifer looked into his eyes and smiled. “You know, I think I am, now. Would you like to grab a cup of coffee with me?”

He looked at his watch and frowned. “I was supposed to meet a friend, but I suppose I can spare half an hour,” he said, “there’s a great place a couple blocks away.”

She smiled and followed him.