99-word fiction: The Stranger – part VIII
In the light of the open door, two men shook hands, turned up their collars, and ran for their cars. The rain was unforgiving, but the opportunity wasn’t.
The Stranger waited, then slipped between the two cars, lights off. Now she would have to move.
Brakelights flashed as the first car sounded its horn. Her engine idled, smoke curling from the exhaust.
Then the third car blared — longer, impatient. For the moment, he was hidden.
With a screech of tyres, she reversed back into the car park — just as the three cars peeled away into the dark wet night.
If you haven’t read the previous stories, you can find them here:
99-word fiction: The Stranger – part VII
99-word fiction: The Stranger – part VI
99-word fiction: The stranger – part V
99-word fiction: The stranger – part IV | My Words, My World
99-word fiction: The stranger – part III | My Words, My World
99-word fiction: The stranger – part II | My Words, My World
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