The Rogue Speaks:
Well, I made the mistake of reading the first five entries for Jenny's Saturday Centus before I began composing my own. OMG! I was blown away by the incredible poetics of those entries! Frankly, I don't think I can compete, and that's the truth! I'm not a quitter, though, so here goes. The prompt is in bold type.
The pains were coming quicker, stronger now. Beads of sweat formed on Cerise's brow, and her hands felt icy. She glanced over at Edward, eyes intent on the road ahead.
"Don't let him know just how bad it is!" she screamed inside her own head.
The patchy fog swept over the four-lane and Edward strained to see road markers that would tell him just where they were. Suddenly a road sign appeared out of the ghostly swirl, "Exit 181, 1/2 mile ahead."
"Thank God!" Edward cried, betraying his stress and fear. "Don't push, Cerise! The hospital is only minutes away!"