So it’s been awhile since I’ve done one of these, but being that I’m on Spring Break, I thought I’d see if I could post one today. I also happen to be at work, so I wrote this during my break…hence it is only a snippet of a scene. The prompt was to write about a character missing a date for a good reason, but then the person she was supposed to meet gets angry and tries to make her pay for it. This is a paraphrasing of the actual prompt; I suggest you get the free e-book for the real thing. Anyway, this is what I have so far:
The bus lurched to a stop. Emily braced her hand against the seat in front of her so that she wouldn’t slide out of hers. The bus was old and the leather seats worn. Sliding off of one was all too easy. She was on her way to meet Tom, one of her former coworkers, for a drink. They’d danced around the issue for three years, but when Emily decided to go back to school, she’d asked him out. No point in hiding their attraction now that they didn’t work together. But in that moment, that instant when the bus driver slammed on the brakes, Emily knew she wasn’t going to make it to meet him on time.
The woman in front of her was slouched over, and slid forward, a victim of inertia, without stopping herself. Emily stood from her seat and turned into the row ahead. “Ma’am, are you alright?” She gently prodded the woman’s shoulder. Still the woman didn’t budge. Emily carefully moved her back into the seat and took a deep breath. She should know what to do. How many patients had been brought into the emergency room, passed out? But here she was, staring into the expressionless face of this woman. Tentatively, she reached forward to check the woman’s pulse. The slow thump-thump against the tips of her fingers wasn’t a good sign.
Emily dug into her purse and retrieved her phone. As she punched in the lock code, she called forward to the driver. “Stop the bus! This woman needs to get to a hospital. I’m calling an ambulance.” 9-1-1. The phone rang three times before the dispatcher picked up. Emily gave what information she could, leaning forward to peer over the woman and through the window at the cross streets. Surrounding drivers sounded their frustration by honking their horns, but Emily told the bus driver to stay put.
“I have other stops I have to make–she’s probably just high.” The bus driver pulled the gear shift, and the bus eased forward.
Emily stood and yanked the emergency brake cord that hung suspended over the windows. Once more, the bus stopped short.