Wednesday's Words on a Friday

The original Words for Wednesday was begun by Delores and eventually taken over by a moveable feast of participants when Delores had computer troubles. Sadly, Delores has now closed her blog forever due to other problems.

The aim of the words is to encourage us to write. A story, a poem, whatever comes to mind.

If you are posting an entry on your own blog, please let us know so we can come along and read it.

This month the prompts are supplied by ME and can be found right here.


This week's prompts are : 

1. eyes on the road! eyes on the road! 
2. uh-oh 
3. tiffany lamp 
4. me? why me? 
5. boogie 
6. teapots

Here is my story:  

"Get in the car Francine!" 
"You shouldn't be driving Justin, you've been drinking since lunchtime and you know there's a police blitz on tonight." 
"That's why we're taking the back roads, honey, now get in the car!"

Francine sighed, knowing that further argument was useless and she had no other way to get home. Buckling her seatbelt she urged Justin to do the same, but he just sneered as he took off with a squeal of the tyres. "It's only three miles Fran, what can possibly happen?" as he swerved to narrowly miss a row of rubbish bins out on the kerb for tomorrow morning's collection. 

"I wish you hadn't stayed so long Justin, we could have driven home in daylight and you wouldn't be so drunk," she said miserably. "I'm NOT drunk!" he shouted staring at her flaming cheeks. "I'm not," he insisted, running into the next row of rubbish bins, sending them rolling with rubbish bags spilling out and breaking open.

"Eyes on the road! Eyes on the road! Please Justin, slow down a little."
"Well now you've gone and made me mad. What was I supposed to do? Huh? Have one beer and then boogie on out of there? it's Steve's birthday!"
"But you had that whole bottle of Scotch too and fell over into his mother's china cabinet. You broke her collection of miniature teapots! That's why she called me to come and get you."

Justin stared at her, slightly slack-jawed. "I don't remember doing that," he said. 
"You passed out," said Francine. "I did not!" said Justin, taking his eyes off the road again. 
Looking back, to check which street they were on, he saw a police car about a block behind.

"Uh-oh," he said, pressing down the accelerator and speeding around the next corner.
"What?" said Francine. "Cops!" said Justin. "We'll get away a bit and then you can switch places with me." He sped around another corner, losing control of the steering and crashing through the front window of a house, driving right over a tiffany lamp and narrowly missing the old couple sitting in their TV chairs. 

In shock, they just sat there, gaping at Justin and Francine as they climbed out of the car. The police car which had followed them pulled up at the kerb, the officers getting out and coming towards them. 
Justin tried to run, but the old man reached out with his walking stick and caught his ankle, tripping him to the floor just as the first officer, Sergeant Peter Coombe, stepped in through the broken window. 

"Don't move Justin," he said. Turning to the old couple, he said, "would one of you please open the front door for my partner? She doesn't want to climb through this broken glass." 
He radioed for assistance and took hold of Justin's arm. "Back to the lock-up with you sunshine," he said. 
He shook his head and sighed. "You've only been out a month. Didn't learn your lesson did you? And you're eighteen now son, no more juvenile court for you. Come along now. You too missy, Francine Thistlewaite isn't it? Come along with me."
"Me? Why me?" said Francine. "You were in the car, that makes you an accessory to the crime." 

Francine burst into tears, too shook up to even begin apologising to the old couple and the police officers. They were led to the police vehicle, Justin in handcuffs, as the tow truck arrived to pull his car out from the old couple's living room. As they attached the tow hook, Justin's boot popped open revealing several brown paper packages. The officer's partner, Constable Mary Smith, called him back. "Look what we have here Sarge." Pulling on some disposable gloves they photographed the evidence where it was, then transferred the packages to the boot of the police car.

"Looks like even bigger trouble for you this time Justin," said the Sergeant. They all waited in the vehicle until a van arrived with makeshift repairs for the broken window, then Constable Mary Smith made sure the old couple understood they were to present themselves at the Police Station the next morning to make a statement.

Comments

  1. It seems that Justin has boogied a long way down the path of a life of crime. I am glad that no-one was hurt and hope that Francine at least learns something from this uh-oh moment.
    Another great use of the prompts.

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    1. Elephant's Child; Thank you. Justin seems destined for "the big house" for sure, but Francine learns her lesson and finds new friends to hang out with.

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  2. Do the crime...do the time. Some lessons are hard to learn.

    Good one, River. :)

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    1. Lee; thank you. Justin is a slow learner, but Francine catches on quick and finds better friends.

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  3. My hope is Francine gets off with a warning and maybe a bit of community service to help her remember why you never give the keys to drunk, or get in the car if the drunk already has those keys. After all, she did try to warn him but needs to know better than to go along to get along next time.

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    1. messymimi; sadly, Justin already had the keys, and she does know now not to get in the car, there will be no next time for her. She's keeping to the "straight and narrow" path.

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  4. Oh, no! Not the miniature teapots! Sounds like Justin is going to the BIG HOUSE this time! Hopefully Francine gets a break, realizes the severity of this incident, and starts down the straight and narrow, picking more law-abiding friends.

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    1. Val; Justin does eventually end up in "the big house" and Francine takes the advice of police and parents to stay on the right path.

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  5. Good story.
    Such a bad, bad young man - what if he had killed the couple! Gosh, just don't really want to think about that.

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    1. Margaret D; he has no sense of consequences, and acts without thinking. Thank goodness this is fiction, right?

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  6. Justin has some serious problems and it is doubtful he will get any help in jail. That young man needs help and let's hope Francine has learned her lesson.

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    1. Arkansas Patti; he needs a LOT of help, but he's not willing to see that he is doing wrong. Yet. Francine has learned.

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  7. Well written. I feel sorry for Francine, and hope her punishment is not too severe.

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    1. Silly young man. I feel sorry for Francine, obviously not terribly old, she should learn from this mistake.

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    2. Charlotte; thank you. Francine simply chose the wrong young man, her first boyfriend, but now she knows better she will be more careful.

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  8. When Madison told me the bad news about her health and that she had gone out and bought Tiffany Lamps and Teapots just because she now didn’t have to save her money for old age I immediately thought, what a waste, the enjoyment wouldn’t last whereas I would spend my money on things like trips to the sun or expensive foods I had never eaten – caviar for instance – that made me decide to boogie on over to Amazon, yes, they had caviar for sale, one was $150 for 50 grams, actually not that bad a price. Maybe I would book a trip to Russia and buy is strait from the sturgeon’s mouth as it were. Uh-oh I’m getting carried away here as things are, I have fairly good health but not that kind of money so, I will keep my eyes on the road and maybe win a lottery ticket prize. Makes me think me? Why not me?

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    1. I really like this Jo. Interestingly himself is heading off to Russia in a few months - though I don't think caviar is on his mind.

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    2. I believe it is very inexpensive in Russia though. I remember my first hubby worked for the gas company in the UK and they had Russian visitors who brought a huge can of caviar and several hundred cigarettes. The people they actually visited shared the cigarettes with everyone but not the caviar!! Of course Russian cigarettes are, or were, dreadful. So - get him to shop around for some real caviar.

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    3. Jo; nice story, thanks for joining in. I might buy things to look at, the enjoyment would be seeing them everyday, not just the buying of them. I'm not a person who shops for pleasure, I buy things I know I will love forever. I wouldn't mind a trip or two and if I knew my time was short, I might travel a bit, but locally. Unless I win lotto and like you, I think, why not me? every time I buy a ticket.

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  9. People who drink to excess rarely acknowledge or believe how impaired they are, so it's up to the sober people around them to keep the car keys out of their hands. Sadly, few people have the guts to do that. My mother didn't, so my father drove while drunk more times than I can count. When I was young, I didn't have the guts, either. Hopefully, Francine learned her lesson. It's debatable whether or not Justin will. He's obviously the kind who has to learn things the hard way. But... he'll have plenty of time to think about it in the pokey.

    Nice job, as always. Have a super weekend.

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    1. Susan; thank you. It isn't only the drinking with Justin, he's been dabbling in the drugs too and selling weed to pay for the other stuff. My first husband was a drunk, but a fully functioning alcoholic who held down his job in the Army and later held another job for years, but he was the kind who drinks and just falls asleep, never mean, never hit.
      Justin is going to have to learn the hard way, he'll do several prison terms over the years if I bother to expand that story.

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  10. River: In Germany pets are "tagged" if they belong to a peron, these were not.
    I´d never ever, ever steal a pet.
    I´d take them to the vet who´d find out the "owner", or person who loves them and return them.
    No worries, I´m not a mean person!

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    1. P.S.... on the Quantum Loop-thingy... you did good!! My parents worked their butts off. My Brother and me...
      They were good parents,ours, but we had no shared brekkie, lunch was all about business, as dinner was.
      You did the right thing!
      Sadly I cannot tell my parents it was OK, too.
      Dad passed aged 65, Mum just a while later.
      But I wished us kids had been a bit of priority! Like my Brother does handle it now.

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    2. Iris Flavia; good to know pets must be tagged, here they have microchips embedded and a small tattoo inside the ear to show they are "chipped". They are supposed to wear collars too, but some cats won't keep them on.
      My parents died in their 70s, Dad 74, just one month before his 75th birthday, and Mum was 78.

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    3. I am sorry to learn this. I truly hope I die first. I cannot imagine a life without my Hubby.
      A tattoo - good idea, if the chip gets lost somehow! We also have "pet-police" you can report to if you see a pet not being treated well. (Sad we need this, though!)

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