This weeks prompts are at the bottom. The story here is just for practice.
Yolanda Quesada had been a trouble maker in elementary school. She grew into a delinquent in high school. She was beautiful. She was long and lean; with clear and deep eyes shaped like perfect almonds. Her irises were flecked with gold. She wore her brunette tresses thick and long. When she walked into a room; all conversation would stop and all eyes would follow her.
She learned to hot wire a car in the eighth grade and by the time she started her third year of high school she was running with a ring of thieves. In her senior year she disbanded her crew. Working alone and only on weekends, Yolanda personally stole thirty-seven cars and sold them to chop shops. She targeted high end cars like: Mercedes, Audi’s, Alpha’s, BMW’s, and the like, making an average of $1,500.00 per car. That year she cleared almost $56,000 in cash, no taxes and, she hadn’t been caught. She saw no need for college. She had a rep on the street. Her customers referred to her simply as “Yo” and only whispered her name. She began to get bolder.
Miss Quesada started bringing a camera along when she worked. This was before the days of smart phones and digital photography. She had a 35mm SLR which she kept mounted on a high quality Velbon collapsible tripod. She would set up the camera, start the timer, lean against the hood of her target, wait for the shot to trigger the flash, collect the camera and steal the car. She processed all her own film and printed all her own photos. She moved to California, set up shop there and created a scrapbook. Her income grew.
She was making serious cash. Clearing over $150K in almost no time, but the automobile industry wasn’t sitting still. As thieves figured out new ways to steal cars – alarm companies developed new ways to deter the thefts. It was early in the 1980’s when Yolanda got scared. She had still never been caught. The police did not know her, but her name, “Yo”, was legend on the streets. It was a cool morning in October when she went to take the Ferrari from the parking garage at the Bay Club.
Yo liked to steal cars between 3:00 and 4:30 AM. People were tired then, less alert, or asleep. She wore a black silk blouse with a black pencil skirt, and heels when she strode into the garage like she owned the place. There were no security cameras here. She didn’t hurry when she set up her tripod and adjusted the focus of the Nikon. She had decided that in this photo she was going to kneel down next to the driver’s side headlight. She was going to turn her head in such a manner that it would present a profile to the camera, she was going to be kissing the fender of the burgundy coloured Dino Ferrari when the camera flashed.
She took two steps towards the car when the headlights came on. She stopped, waiting for an alarm. She had learned to disable a car alarm in short order, but nothing else happened. She took another step towards the Dino and someone spoke.
“Yo, step away from the car.” They had spoken from the car. She froze. The voice had been calm and cool. Had she been made? Tentatively she took another step forward.
“I said, ‘Yo, step back. Don’t come any closer.’”
Yolanda backpedaled slowly, with her hands in the air. She collected her camera and tripod and beat a hasty retreat away from the parking garage and, picking up her car from where she had parked half a block away, drove to an all night coffee shop not far from her home. Her voice wavered as she ordered a cup. Her hands shook as she sipped.
“How did they know it was me? How have they found me out?” She thought. She resolved then and there to move to the Midwest and go straight. “I can’t risk prison” she told herself. “Maybe I can get a teaching certificate or get a job as a security consultant. Marketing? Anything but this, I can’t do this anymore!”
This week’s prompts are:
- Two scoops please
- I need to believe
- lose it’s luster
Go ahead and dive in,
Ready, Set, Go – you have 25 minutes!