Writer's Digest Prompt

Prompt:  On your way into work this morning, you look at the car on your left. Inside are two men dressed in dark suits, wearing sunglasses. They simultaneously look at you and meet your gaze. The one in the passenger seat rolls down his window and says something. Write what he says, and what happens next.

 

I had been looking for a parking space for fifteen minutes.  A man, no gentleman he, cut me off and grabbed the one near the store entrance. I had a sudden vision of me as Kathy Bates in Fried Green Tomatoes and hallucinated a satisfyingly car crunching end to the blue Mazda but knew neither my husband nor my insurance agent would think it funny, so I kept looking.  After another ten minutes I saw a van leaving. I raced to the spot and pulled in relieved the search was over.  I glanced at the black Mercedes-Benz beside me. The sun glinting off its dark windows made me squint.  The passenger side window silently rolled down. Inside were two men dressed in dark suits, wearing mirrored sunglasses looking straight ahead. Then, simultaneously they turned toward me, tight-lipped, unsmiling.  I felt chilled suddenly and thought of big eyed bugs, creepy crawly bugs, with lots of wriggly legs.

The man closest to me said with a slightly robotic voice, “Back it up and move on, Lady.”

“Excuse me?”  

“This parking space is reserved,” he replied. 

 I just stared at him for a full minute. It didn’t appear to faze him or make him the least uncomfortable.  It should have cause I’m a mom. That worried me a little.

 “Look,” I said, “I’ll only be a minute. I just need to run in for some milk.” He stared at me, then said, “You don’t need milk.”

“I don’t need milk,” I mumbled and backed my car out and drove away.