Friday, 25 May 2018
Flash Fiction Friday: Saving Grace
Sitting at the end of her drive I stared into the rearview mirror, for what seemed like hours and began to wonder if she'd changed her mind.
Another five minutes passed and I was just about to leave when I finally saw her, wearing a skimpy red bikini, climbing out of the window.
Carefully she dropped to the ground, paused for a second and then ran towards me.
“Quick, let's get out of here,” she said, as she slid into the passenger seat next to me. “Before he comes looking for me.”
“As far away from here as possible,” she replied, tears welling up in her eyes.