As a thank you for hanging in there (well, you better have!) these last two weeks, I'm serving up one of my favorite prompts: continuations.
The name of the game is to carry on the story from where the last person left it. Enjoy, and I'll see you guys tomorrow. Well, not see you, but... you get the idea, dang it.
Note: I'm away on my honeymoon so this is a scheduled post. The very last one!
The man stood on the beach, the wind pressing his clothes tight against his body while the sun remained hidden behind the clouds. A storm was coming.
Behind him, about twenty paces away, a woman awaited his return in the otherwise empty parking lot. She sat in the idling car, smoking a cigarette with an expression on her face that indicated she disliked the taste. Her gaze alternated between the clock on the stereo system and the man's back. The radio station was playing a Doors marathon.
As Riders on the storm came on the man suddenly turned and ran back to the car. He jumped in, slammed the door, and threw it into reverse. Without looking behind him, he pressed the gas pedal to the floor.
The woman waited until he had brought them out of the parking lot and to the road before saying anything.