By Kate Casper
They planned a rendezvous.
She waited silently. Expectant. Impatient.
Late, he hired a coach, forged ahead in the rain. Hooves churned mud. Water flooded wheel ruts.
Thunder startled her. She flashed a glance at the grandfather clock.
He and the driver stood in knee-deep mud, shoulders against the coach, straining to free the trapped wheel.
She shivered and heard a rushing in her ears. Nerves or rain battering windows?
They freed the coach, lashed the horses.
Realizing her foolishness, she slipped out the back.
He rushed into the lobby. Impatient. Expectant.
A pounding rhythm and four discordant notes tore his heart.
I enjoyed this, I could visualize it all. I especially liked the inversion of the words “expectant” and Impatient”. Thanks for a good start to my morning.
Great imagery! Very well done!
whole story in a few words. Atmospheric. Well done.