Thanks for the tag, @writingamongthecoloredroses! My last line written was from my short story: Sorry, Vacancy.

“9-1-1, what’s your emergency?” says a feminine voice just slightly to chirpy for her job.

“Some crazy nut jobs just tried to kill me and steal my fetus.”

“…excuse me?”

I take a deep breath. “There’s a fire in the barn behind the bed-and-breakfast just outside the city.”

I give her the address.

“Ma’am, can you safely stay within the vicinity until help arrives?”

I throw my car into reverse. “No, I can’t.”

I have an appointment to get to.