This is a short story from a three word prompt. The words to be worked into the story are:
There was something weird about that town. Everyone seemed on edge, or hiding something. They never looked me directly in the eye.
My car had broken down, and I managed to get it there. It was a long way to push a car, but thankfully the landscape was pretty flat.
An old guy said he could fix my car at the local gas station. As I was talking to him, I noticed how people were peeking out of their windows at me, or looking at me from the shops and the café, but trying to look like they weren’t looking.
Yes, I was a stranger there, and it was obviously a tight knit community. It was a very small town. My guess not more than 500 people all together.
I have to be honest here. I’m a bit of a chicken myself, so it was all creeping me out. I mean, I almost felt like they are sizing me up more than anything.
As the old guy worked on my car, I decided to look around town. I went into some shops on main street, even got a bite to eat at that little café. As the sky darkened and the street lamp lit, I noticed people were closing their shops earlier than what their signs announced.
I started walking back to the garage. I swear to you I would jump at every little noise.
I got back to the garage/gas station. The old fellow was wiping his hands on a shop towel. “I got’er up and runnin’. Even gassed’er up for ya.” He said to me. He then stepped a little closer, keeping his tone down.
“Now get in the car and get out of here. You have about 10 minutes before they come for you.”