“Deja vu” – Drabble #4
His tight squeeze elicited a moan from Vonna as the music faded.
“Wanna get out of here?”
She responded with a kiss before going to update her cousins of her plans.
Smiling as she approached their table, the sight three tables away stole her smile.
Her dance partner grabbed his coat while arguing with a crying woman.
Vonna froze. Who was she?
It didn’t matter.
The look on his face—anger… evil and violent—caused a mixture of déjà vu and premonition to wash over her.
Turning, Vonna bid her cousins goodnight and hurried from the nightclub. Alone.
Felicia Denise, Author 