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Fiction Friday - Killer Rain

This week's installment of the Fiction Friday Writing Challenge from my sweet funny friend, and fellow author, Arial Burnz was a lot of fun. So much so that really think I might pursue this plot bunny to see where it might lead. Future novella maybe? The start of a stand alone romantic suspense? I don't know, the possibilities are endless! The prompt was this:

Your character gets caught in the rain. What happens next?

So, here's what happened next...

Lightning streaked across the darkening sky in a magnificent display, seeming to crack open the heavens with a loud clap. The rumble that followed made Holly shiver as the world around her vibrated from the force of it. The weather reflected her mood -- dark and troubled. She pulled the collar of her trench coat up around her neck and picked up her speed. She had to get off the street. After everything she’d been through, she couldn’t let herself get caught by Denton’s men now.

The monotonous drizzle suddenly became a raging torrent, and the rain pelted hard against her face. Holly’s power walk morphed into a flat out run. Only two more blocks to go. She clutched her bag and tried her best to keep her head down as she ran.

Her destination finally in sight, she sprinted for the awning of the building just as a bolt of lightning shot down from the sky and struck a nearby pole. Holly yelped and stopped in her tracks, only to be pummeled from behind and knocked to the cold wet ground.

“Here, miss, let me help you.”

Holly looked up through the curtain of wet brown hair that was plastered to her head and face as a hand reached out to steady her. She stared up into the kind blue eyes of the most handsome man she’d ever seen. She moved a strand of hair from her face and smiled at him as she accepted his offer of help.

“That fellow who knocked you down kept running. No manners at all,” the deep, friendly voice said.

“Thank you for your help,” Holly said as she took hold of his hand and allowed the man to help her stand. As he did, she glanced down and caught a glimpse of the handle of a gun holstered at the man’s side beneath the suit jacket he wore. Her gaze flew to the man’s face again as terror ran through her like a shockwave. Was this one of Denton’s men who had come to kill her?

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