“Whoosh,” the bus pulled away. Clutching her small bag, she took careful steps around melting puddles towards the door. She rested her hand only a moment on the handle, gathering the courage to turn it and walk in.
Inside it was dim, the sunlight cut through sharply, music played in the corner, a warm musty smell hit her. A few old men sat at the bar, sipping Coors right from the can. The bartender leaned in to one old guy, listening to his story. He turned slowly and stood, hand on hip surveying her.
“Hi Baby,” she whispered.
bethlovesblue 
She’s back – and I can only think it will cause trouble in town!
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Yep!!
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I don’t have a good feeling about the outcome of this. Maybe she should have stayed wherever she had been.
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I know! 100 word limit leaves you hanging, right?
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New to this town. Need some time to get acquainted to people.
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Nice!! Love to know the back story on this one!
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Thanks!!
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Is she back for good things? Or does she have something sinister in mind. Great job leaving the reader guessing.
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Thank you!!
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