It’s time for words once more because it’s Wednesday and Wednesday means new words. The Irish Wolves are still chattering at me and when I saw the prompt for last week’s #ThursdayThreads prompt, I knew exactly where **”We have to get out.”** belonged in the story. These were an easy 250 words and they were good enough to win me the honorable mention in the 11th anniversary of the flash fiction challenge. I haven’t added any words nor have I edited it beyond a quick spellcheck before I posted it on Thursday. As I said, there’s a scene where it fits and it needs to be edited into that and if I stop to do that then I’ll get sucked in. LOL So, here’s a short bit that’s pretty self-explanatory.
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The message ghosted from the answering machine. “You need to be careful.” Click.

Goosebumps pebbled Maura’s skin as a shiver spiraled around her backbone. A stranger’s voice. She had been careful. She’d avoided Ronan O’Connor like the plague, yet he still appeared, a devil she couldn’t ignore.

Heir apparent, she reminded herself. Irish mob. A dangerous man with dangerous pursuits and dangerous friends. Nothing but danger and trouble. Yet there was something…there. Between them. He’d brush against her in a crowd and she’d suddenly feel safe. And desired. Like he’d always protect her even if he was busy kissing her. No! That way lay dragons.

Her cell phone rang and she jumped. Heart pounding, she stared at the screen. ALEX CALLING. Her boss. And the man she was investigating. She ignored it. Her house phone rang. The caller clicked off halfway through the voice mail instructions. Someone hammered on the front door then rattled the doorknob.

A shadow slipped through her back door and she choked back a scream. The man held his index finger to his lips. She recognized him as one of Ronan’s. He beckoned and she scuttled to him, grabbing only the clutch holding her keys, ID, and credit cards. No cell. Phones could be traced.

“We have to get out,” he told her. She nodded. Into the phone held at his ear, he whispered, “Yeah, the goons’re at the door but she’s safe.”

Maura heard Ronan’s relieved voice. “Get to the footbridge.”

“On our way.”
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Yes, I know who the bad guys are and yes, it’s not exactly a spoiler that Maura’s rescuer gets her out safely and into Ronan’s waiting arms. 😉 Writers, this is a great prompt to run with. Readers, what do want to get out of?