starstolenwritings

Writing, Family and More

Write Now Prompt (Sept 23)

This one, I started working on and then had to leave it alone and didn’t get back to it. I think if I wasn’t distracted, I probably would have written quite a bit to it. Obviously, the police interactions here are very flimsy and they are set up as the antagonists, but the way I was envisioning the rest would flip that around pretty quickly.

It was a normal, relaxing morning in the coffee shop until the police rushed in.

Jack was in the middle of sipping his chai tea with a hint of vanilla when the door burst open. Sadly for him, it startled him quite a bit and as a result he ended up wearing most of his tea and sipping almost none of it. He was aware, in the back of his mind, how much it was going to hurt as the steaming tea soaked through his chinos and button-down shirt, but for the moment his attention was affixed on the six officers who trampled through the room. Boots clomping like horses and showing little regard for those seated in their way, the officers charged to the counter as a single mob. The barista behind the counter was stupefied, his jaw locked in an open position, eyes unblinking, hands trembling. Jack didn’t know why the police was there, but he was sure glad his name wasn’t Anton. Anton on the other hand was likely wishing he was anyone else.

“Are you Anton Bishelvis?” The first officer to the counter said, one hand hovering near his nightstick and the other splayed out ahead of him as if it was supposed to help him remain calm. The officer was anything but calming however. Taller than most bears and thicker too, the officer was likely moonlighting as a heavy weight champion in the wrestling ring. His biceps were thicker than many trees; his hands were massive paws that led Jack to believe the officer might even have some bear blood in him.

Anton shuffled behind the counter, clearly panicked but unable to move. His lips quivered in an attempt to form sounds, but the only thing that came out was a tiny, pained, strangled gasp. His eyes darted back and forth, maybe looking for an escape. The counter offered him no comfort however and the back room of the coffee shop was clearly too far away for him to consider.

Jack was forced to deal with the burning on his thighs and yelped as the pain finally registered in his brain. He dabbed at the scalding spots with a napkin, but it did little more than intensify his discomfort. Jack tried to ignore the pain and refocused at the scene.

“Anton Bishelvis? Is that your name?” The officer repeated, sounding a little more exasperated, but no less powerful and intimidating.

“Y…y…yes. T…t…that’s my n…n…name. C…c…can I get you s…s…something?” Anton tried desperately to flash a smile at a potential customer, but the result was less of a smile and more of a panicked smirk that turned upside down and devolved into further quivering. Jack supposed Anton was even fighting back tears.

What trouble could he possibly be in? Jack thought.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

Information

This entry was posted on September 27, 2016 by in Writing and tagged , , .
Do Not Get Sick in the Sink, Please

Humor and Sex. Mostly Sex.

just a dad with disney questions

reading into things way too much...

Finding Faeries

My continuing mission to explore ... magic

Learning to Love Anywhere

it's a beautiful existence...

ffeathers

A technical writing and fiction blog by Sarah Maddox

My Hike, 2014

I don't want to get to the end of my life and regret that I didn't do this

18 Wheels and a 12-Speed Bike

It's a beautiful country, but you're going to miss most of it if you spend your free time in the truck stop lounge. Travel tips and pics for truckers and others.

kellysgratitudegarden

a gratitude offering...

Pierr Morgan

Wild Observations Walking

Karma on the Trail

"'That's good for a beginning,' said Frodo. 'I feel like walking.'"

Rejection Love Letters

or A thousand ways to say 'NO!'

Parenting And Stuff

Not a "how to be a great parent" blog

Shannon A Thompson

You need the world, and the world needs good people.

ChopperPapa

go to Chopperpapa.com

Musings of A Learning Pro

Writing, Family and More

Today's Author

Fostering a community of creative writers through articles, comments, writing prompts and a healthy, supportive environment.

Gabrielle Edits

Writing, Family and More

Annema

Anne chews the fat

Do Not Get Sick in the Sink, Please

Humor and Sex. Mostly Sex.

just a dad with disney questions

reading into things way too much...

Finding Faeries

My continuing mission to explore ... magic

Learning to Love Anywhere

it's a beautiful existence...

ffeathers

A technical writing and fiction blog by Sarah Maddox

My Hike, 2014

I don't want to get to the end of my life and regret that I didn't do this

18 Wheels and a 12-Speed Bike

It's a beautiful country, but you're going to miss most of it if you spend your free time in the truck stop lounge. Travel tips and pics for truckers and others.

kellysgratitudegarden

a gratitude offering...

Pierr Morgan

Wild Observations Walking

Karma on the Trail

"'That's good for a beginning,' said Frodo. 'I feel like walking.'"

Rejection Love Letters

or A thousand ways to say 'NO!'

Parenting And Stuff

Not a "how to be a great parent" blog

Shannon A Thompson

You need the world, and the world needs good people.

ChopperPapa

go to Chopperpapa.com

Musings of A Learning Pro

Writing, Family and More

Today's Author

Fostering a community of creative writers through articles, comments, writing prompts and a healthy, supportive environment.

Gabrielle Edits

Writing, Family and More

Annema

Anne chews the fat

%d bloggers like this: