Thursday throw out!

Hi all, welcome to another installment of my blog. I am completely exhausted so I am going to keep this short and sweet. I love comments so if you have any thing to say please don't hesitate.  I like that people are reading, so it helps keep me going. More of the concept this week. I am about six thousand words into it so far, its just about to get good.

here you go...



The local grocery store is just a mile up the road, so I jump onto the main thoroughfare. Two blocks up the road a bright set of flashing lights,  light up my rear view.
Just fuck
I pull to the side of the road and roll down the window. I extract my I.D and insurance card from my wallet, holding them up for the officer.
“Andy?” The officer says as he reaches the driver’s side door.
“Oh hey Clark, how are you tonight?” I give a curt smile to the deputy, I graduated with him, but we never really got along.
He takes my paperwork, leaning against the door frame. “What’s the rush tonight?”
“I have to get to work, and my nephew needs milk.”
“I see, well this will only take a minute, hang tight.” He bounces the papers off the brim of his phallic looking hat before turning toward his cruiser.
“Dick”, I mumble as he walks away.
I tap on the steering wheel impatiently as he punches my info into the computer. He shines his spotlight onto my license plate, and then speaks into his walkie. I watch as he emerges from his vehicle with his gun drawn.
Shit!


That is it for this week, hope you enjoyed, come again

Comments

  1. Bigboi763April 17, 2014 at 10:07 PM

    Oh noooo u didn't now that was just a dirty tease of a cliff hanger :( but I looved it!:-D

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