30 Day Creative Writing Challenge, Day 1 Prompt: Take your least favorite character you've ever created. Put them in a situation that would drive them mad.
Donn's Big Truck Pavilion was a seedy, little truck stop on the outskirts of Warrenton, Virginia. The little building with it's peeling, slate blue siding sat directly off highway 29. It's spacious parking lot housed at least a dozen trucks, gleaming in the hot summer sun. Ariel pulled her pristine, white Kia into a spot near the front between a beat-up early 90s Ford pick-up truck and a gleaming Harley Davidson motorcycle. Her patent leather white pumps delicately crunched across loose gravel as she trekked across the asphalt, deftly dodging abandoned cigarette butts that little the ground. She pulled the metal handle of the door, her nose scrunching up with disgust as she noticed it was sticky, to enter the dimly lit building.
Her heels clacked against the grubby tile--seriously, did these people not know what a mop was--as she headed toward the little counter covered in cracked, clear acrylic. She shuddered, taking shallow breaths of air tainted by the acrid smell of cigarette smoke as she approached the waitress. The woman--Helen, said her name tag--was probably in her early 50s, was adorning in the most awful pink dress that reminded Ariel very much of the color of fresh vomit. Her graying hair was pulled on top of her head in the laziest attempt of a bun she had ever seen to show off the tanned leathery face and squinty brown eyes. Helen smiled brightly, weathered mouth opening up and showing no less than three missing teeth.
"Howdy there, stranger. Welcome to Donn's. You look lost. What can I do you for?" The woman said, leaning against the counter and reaching toward a filthy, black plastic ashtray to snuff the Pall Mall she had been smoking.
"I hope not, ma'am," Ariel said, raising her voice to be heard above the roar of obnoxious truckers. "I'm looking for Leif Macklemore, would you happen to know where he is?"
The waitress raked her eyes over the petite blonde, a knowing smirk taking over the overly-polite smile on her face. Apparently happy with what she saw--which thoroughly freaked Ariel out, that was for sure--she leaned back and shouted over her shoulder, "Leif, you have a visitor! And might I say, mighty fine choice in lady friends," she added with a suggestive wink.
Ariel just shuddered and brushed imaginary dirt off her white pencil skirt, hoping to get this over with and never have to set foot in the monstrosity again.
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