Story Prompt Saturday - broken down car

I'm trying something new. I'm going to write around 500 words based on a story prompt each week. This week's prompt was "broken down car."

“Unfreakingbelievable,” Mary muttered as her car died on a gravel road. “Of course my car dies on a deserted road, in the middle of the night.” She sat in the car for a few minutes, trying to decide what to do. She’d left her parents’ new house ten minutes ago. She checked her cell phone—no signal. Of course.

“Screw it. I’m not spending the night here.” She got out of the car and slammed the door. It might take a while, but she’d walk back to her parents’ house. She’d grown up in the middle of nowhere. A walk after dark wasn’t a big deal. 

The northern lights flickered and spun in the sky over Lake Superior. She spun around at the sound of something in the woods. “Just a squirrel. Nothing to worry about.” She locked her car and set off. When she came to the right corner in the road, she paused. Her parents’ house was probably only a quarter mile if she followed the trail straight ahead. But if she followed the gravel road, it’d be another two miles. 

She stepped off the gravel road and followed the trail into the woods. 

A stick broke in the woods to her left, and she paused mid-stride. “Lots of squirrels.” Off the road, on the narrow trail, it was too dark to see more than ten feet in front of her face. Leaves rustled near her. “Just a breeze,” she muttered, but she knew it wasn’t. There was no breeze here. It was hot and humid. Her clothes stuck to her.

Every noise evoked images in her mind. It wasn't a deer walking through the woods; it was a psycho with an ax. The creaking wasn't treetops shifting in a breeze, it was someone stalking her.

Instead of the refreshing smell of nature, death and decay permeated her nostrils.
She wished she was still in her car. Or already back to her parents’ house.

“Stop it. You’re just going to scare yourself. You have more to worry about on a highway then you do walking through the woods.” She glanced over her shoulder, knowing she wouldn’t see anything. It was too dark. She looked at her phone. No signal, and the battery was at six percent.

“Just keep walking. You’re almost there.” She stumbled over a branch and cursed, struggling to catch her balance. 

She picked up her pace again. She knew it was stupid to jog in the woods, in the dark, but she wanted this stupid adventure to be over. She should have waited in her car until morning. 

Suddenly, she saw a light off to her left. “There’s their house. I made it,” she whispered to herself and turned toward the light. She couldn’t follow the trail anymore. But it was just a couple hundred yards. 

I'd love to hear what you think. Or if you have a story prompt you want me to use for next week, leave it in the comments! :)

Teaser Tuesday 4

Without further ado...

Vaclav looked across the room and fixed his gaze on me. I fought the urge to fidget or look away. Instead I stared at him. 

“Who’s he?” Vaclav asked.

“Just a kid who needs some money. He’s been running errands for me,” Enzo replied.

“Why’s he here?”

“I thought you might have something for him to do.”

Vaclav turned his attention to Enzo. “What kind of job is he suited for?”

“Not sure. He says he’ll do anything for a price.”

“Anything, huh, kid?”

I nodded. “Pretty much.”

“There’s a cop. He needs to die.”

Teaser Tuesday 3

Here you go...

As I stretched out in the bed, I knew that if he survived, he’d be determined to exact revenge. I wouldn’t be able to leave this building unless I was in disguise for the rest of his life. 

I could leave town, but I knew that he would spend the remainder of his life hunting me. 
And his screams would haunt me for the rest of mine.

So by now, you probably noticed that the teasers I've been posting aren't much like what I normally write. Some of my readers won't like this story, or this subject matter. And that's okay. I don't write to please anyone other than myself. :)

You've also noticed that I'm writing this book in first person, as if the main character is actually telling the story. This is also not normal for me. 

I am having fun. And if the fun continues, I may write more stories like this one. :)

Teaser Tuesday 2

And... it's Tuesday! Time for Teaser Tuesday!

His footsteps faded as he walked away. I kept one hand on the pistol and felt the walls with my other hand. The hallway was barely wider than the span of my arms. The walls were covered with some sort of textured paper and I smoothed my hand over it then traced the raised design with my fingertip. Damask pattern. In a secret speak easy?

It seemed out of place, but then again, this entire experience seemed out of place in my life. Just eight months ago, Mother, Grandfather, and I lived a life of opulence in Bohemia. Now, I was alone, scampering down a dark hallway with a stranger in America.

I felt like a rat, hiding from a big, hungry cat—my father, the man who’d killed—or had ordered the death of—Grandfather.

Teaser Tuesday

A new feature of my blog is Teaser Tuesday. Every Tuesday, I'll post a couple lines from that day's writing. I'd love to know what you think of it. Do you want to read more? Tell me what you think might be happening right now. 

It was out of my nature to ask anyone for help, but especially a police officer. And it’s not like I intended to ask him to help me fix a leaky faucet. I was asking him to teach me to shoot a gun. A gun that I was completely willing to use to end my father’s life.