A single strand of fluorescent pink escaped from beneath the waitress’s hat.
‘More coffee, Sir?’ she repeated.
Ingenuous, hazel eyes met my own;
She smiled a kindly smile.
I shook my head.
Below the table, sweating fingers struggled to grip the detonator
These 42 words form my entry into this week’s Gargleblaster challenge over at Yeah Write. The words were prompted by the question ‘Which way to go?‘. I hope you enjoy where I went with it.