The “What if?” scenario was this: It is a café, it is 11:00 p.m., a young woman sits, empty dishes in front of her. Here’s what I came up with (and it took me about 15 minutes):
Maggie blinked her eyes open and grabbed onto the table in front of her as the room came into focus.
What the hell? She was supposed to be in bed, not having a meal at the café down the street. Yet the dirty dishes in front of her indicated as such and she wasn’t wearing her pajamas. Instead she had on a sweater and jeans. Oh shit. That wasn’t a good sign. She placed a hand over her racing heart.
A waiter approached and laid the check on the table. “Ma’am, we’re closing up. You have to leave.”
She grabbed his arm. “What day is it?”
“It’s 11. We’re closing.”
“Not time. Day. Day!”
His eyes widened and he shrugged free. “Friday. The eleventh.”
“The eleventh?” No, that couldn’t be. She’d just lost two days. Two freakin’ days! Shit. What had she done this time?
So, do you think I have the beginnings of another book? You can be honest!