Chuck Wendig offered up a 100 word flash challenge. I can’t pass that up! I love flash!
So I wrote this.
It’s totally off the cuff, but here you go!
Gone – 94 Words
But it wasn’t windy yesterday or the day before, and she still wasn’t here.
Bob exhaled smoke and envied the gale as it ripped the clouds apart. She was perfect. A loner. Patterns of behavior like clockwork. Never looked up from her book.
Beads of sweat dripped from Bob’s forehead and he wrung his hands around the tablecloth.
His heartbeat hammered in his ears. Eyes welled.
Three days now. She’d broken her pattern.
The lust cleared from his mind. Startled realization crept up his spine.
He worried for her safety.