I walked down the empty street, feeling edgy. The usual hustle and bustle of people was eerily absent at this late hour. I crossed the street, looking over my shoulder. There was no-one following me.
This was definitely the place, I thought to myself.
I noted the missing ‘N’ from the neon sign, declaring the ‘DI-ER’. Although it too, was in darkness, I knocked and waited.
“Yes?” a disembodied voice asked.
“A Coke and two vanilla milkshakes please”.
The door opened and the sound of music and laughter floated out.
“Welcome to Pearl’s Speakeasy” he said, and hurried me in.
By Sarah ©2017
Word count: 100
Image credit Jesse Williams
Prompt: Bikurgurl 100 Word Wednesday, Week 23