This week’s prompts are at the bottom. I wrote the mess below for practice. Practice makes perfect. Let me know what you think.
It was just after midnight and, Officer Bradly Hartnell was patrolling on the southeast side of town. His assignment was to cruise from the airport to the cemetery in the area bounded by Piedras Ave., on the north and Edgemere Blvd on the south. He was getting tired and was about to call in a Code 7. He wanted to get a couple of tacos and a cup of coffee at Lupe’s. He also knew that Marisol would be working tonight. It was always pleasant to spend a little time with Marisol, especially when she wasn’t too busy and could make the time to slide into the Naugahyde booth across from him. She would ask him how his night was going. She always seemed genuinely interested in what he had to say. She listened to his stories and laughed at his jokes. They would talk about movies, books, and TV, but that night was a little different.
When Bradly pulled into the Taqueria’s parking lot he saw another prowl car there. He recognized Frankie Keene a patrol officer who worked out of the third precinct. Keene played third base on the softball team. Bradly had a memory of him being a pretty good ball player. What was he doing here? Keene was inside talking with Marisol. She seemed pretty agitated.
Officer Hartnell entered the restaurant to find out why Keene was out of his jurisdiction and why Marisol was upset.
“Bradly, thank god you’re here,” Marisol said when she saw him push through the front door. She was standing in front of the counter along with Frankie Keene. Keene looked over his shoulder and he didn’t appear too happy to see Bradly.
“Hi, Marisol,” he said, “what’s going on here?”
Marisol pointed out the side window, towards the car park, “Did you see that pink Cadillac in the lot?” she asked, “According to Carmen and Esteban it was there all day and it’s been there my whole shift, so far.’
Brad, “I only noticed the patrol car. What are you doing here, Keene?”
“I was driving by, that’s all. I noticed the Caddy. We got a heads up on pink cars at our pre-shift huddle tonight. Did you guys talk about ‘em too?”
“Huh-uh, what about ‘em?”
“Been a lot of ‘em turning up around town. Nobody knows where they’re coming from. They’re all wiped clean. None of ‘em reported stolen. VIN’s trace back to Midwest states like Ohio, Kansas, Iowa, Nebraska, and the like. Heartland spots. Recently deceased former owners. Kinda mysterious, really.”
“OK,” Bradly said, “Is this one of ‘em?”
“Maybe, but this one’s different.”
Bradly watched Marisol sit down at a booth, with his peripheral vision.
“This one,” Keene said, “This one has a lot of blood in the passenger seat and seventeen ears strung together with coat hanger wire dangling like fuzzy dice from the rear-view mirror. I’ve called it in.”
Hartnell turned and looked at the waitress who shrugged her shoulders and held her palms up.
This week’s prompts are:
- white noise
- just break the glass
Go ahead and dive in, set your imagination free!
Ready, Set, Go – you have 25 minutes, but if that is not possible, take as long as you need and, have fun!