Eliza is still at the Middle East airport waiting for the arrival of the Americans. I appreciate your feedback.
Eliza noticed two guards. They looked at her as a hawk views prey. She shuddered.
She felt every heartbeat in her throat. Damn! Look like you’re trying to find a place to sit. Hurry. Eliza picked up her orange backpack and hoisted it to her back. She slung the strap of her brown leather handbag over her shoulder. Just as she reached for the handle of her charcoal grey canvas suitcase, a large tanned hand got to it first.
“Come with me, miss,” the guard ordered in English. He moved onward with her suitcase expecting she’d follow him.
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Romance Under Fire 
So frightening! I remember this story, I think (?), but not this scene. Very effective! 🙂
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You’ve set up a great decision point for her.
My editor would love this, a crisis that leads to a decision.
Kudos!
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What a place to be, Judy. Eep. Yeah, I’m not sure I’d want my stuff that bad. Great snippet. 🙂
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Thank you, everyone, for your comments. Most appreciated.
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Damn the nightmare continues… she really won’t get out so easily.
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