By Coco Jane
Omigosh. Me? He wants to talk to me?
How long has he been watching? Why in the world did he pick me?
Here he comes. My heart’s racing.
He walks confidently, nonchalantly. What will he say? What will I say? I want to be ready.
My breathing is reduced to pained gasps. I feel so alone, so…exposed. Everyone can see us here.
This could be life-changing.
Take a breath. Lick your lips. He’s here.
Tall. Perfectly groomed. Ruggedly handsome.
He leans down to where I’m sitting.
“Ma’am, I stopped you because you were going 42 in a 30 mph zone.”
I liked the thoughts that come from this first person narrator. In reality, we rarely ever think in complete sentences every single sentence. Also, the ending is a definite twist!
Thanks, John. This was inspired by a quote about “people who make our heart race and change our lives; we call them cops.”
Great job building the tension!
Thank you, Pamela. I kept picturing a lonely woman at a dance, watching “him” approach.
Coco, do you have any books out? Love your stories!
Shauna, the only book I have published is a biography of a priest—definitely not fiction. Then again, neither are some of my stories because I base them on my experiences. Thankfully not today’s, though!
Brilliant! Love the suspense and the feeling. Love the twist at the end.
Thank you, Rosemary. I think we can all relate.