Probably any writer has seen a story prompt or seven, little snippets that are supposed to get you started on a story idea. This one has probably been in something, somewhere, but it sort of floated in my mind one day and spawned a bunch of possibilities.
* * * * *
She walked into the bar, studying the room as she went, gaze stopping on a man sitting in one of the booths. He glanced up, saw her, and shoved out of his seat.
“You!” He yelled.
Melanie quailed, taking a step back and colliding with her husband, who had paused to hold the door open for her. What were the odds that she’d run into her ex-fiancé on her honeymoon?
Rob put his hand on her shoulders. “Something wrong, sweetie?” He glanced around, perplexed.
She could tell when he noticed Winston, because his hand tightened on her shoulder, almost painfully, before he let her go to wrap his arm around her shoulder. Offering comfort and protection.
“Maybe we should leave?” She hated how timid her voice sounded, small and easily lost in the murmur of conversation around them.
“No. You were so excited to try their toasted ravioli and house brew. It’ll be fine.” He chose a table on the far side of the bar, and pulled out a seat for her so her back was to Winston. He focused intently on her, touching her hand, leaning forward to whisper in her ear, but sometimes his eyes flicked behind her, and she knew who he was watching.
She dreaded the possibility that Winston would come over to their table.