Three Word Wednesday
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Today's Words: Caught, Eager, Perfume
Seven Mile Bridge
Seven Mile Bridge
Continuation of "Whistlin' Dixie"
“Jim! How…in the helll are you?”
“Well my dear. Well. And how, my love, the fuck are you?”
Just then, a Florida Marine Patrol SUV pulled in behind Michelle. Its lights came on an instant thereafter.
“Fuck. I gotta go. Five-O caught me rollin’ dirty.”
“Okay gangsta. Call when you’ve made bail.”
“Well my dear. Well. And how, my love, the fuck are you?”
Just then, a Florida Marine Patrol SUV pulled in behind Michelle. Its lights came on an instant thereafter.
“Fuck. I gotta go. Five-O caught me rollin’ dirty.”
“Okay gangsta. Call when you’ve made bail.”
"Very funny."
Michelle dutifully pulled over, put the car in park, and covertly pumped a few quick doses of perfume up and down her torso. She hoped the Volupte would mask the smell of the fat doob she’d finished a scant 75 minutes ago.
The FMP office walked cautiously up the side of her car, flashlight scanning the interior of Michelle’s car. He’s gonna fuckin’ smell it. I just know he is. Fuck, fuck, fuck. She just knew she'd been caught.
“Evenin’ ma’am. License, registration and proof of insurance please.”
“Yessir.”
A few seconds later, she handed the paperwork over to the officer.
He examined it closely, shifting the beam of the flashlight between the paperwork and her bloodshot eyes.
“You know why I pulled you over tonight ma’am?”
“No I don’t officer.”
“Soon as you hit Seven Mile Bridge you started weaving. You talkin’ on the phone or doin’ something you shouldn’t be?”
“I’m just headed for Key West to visit an old friend. I was talking to him on the phone. I must’ve lost my concentration. I’m so eager to see him. It’s been so many years. I’m sorry officer. I’m usually a really good driver.
Of course, that was a lie. The FMP cop figured that. The FMP cop also figured she’d been smoking weed. Her slow-motion response to his question was a clue.
The FMP cop let Michelle squirm in the uncomfortable silence that followed her answer to his question.
Michelle dutifully pulled over, put the car in park, and covertly pumped a few quick doses of perfume up and down her torso. She hoped the Volupte would mask the smell of the fat doob she’d finished a scant 75 minutes ago.
The FMP office walked cautiously up the side of her car, flashlight scanning the interior of Michelle’s car. He’s gonna fuckin’ smell it. I just know he is. Fuck, fuck, fuck. She just knew she'd been caught.
“Evenin’ ma’am. License, registration and proof of insurance please.”
“Yessir.”
A few seconds later, she handed the paperwork over to the officer.
He examined it closely, shifting the beam of the flashlight between the paperwork and her bloodshot eyes.
“You know why I pulled you over tonight ma’am?”
“No I don’t officer.”
“Soon as you hit Seven Mile Bridge you started weaving. You talkin’ on the phone or doin’ something you shouldn’t be?”
“I’m just headed for Key West to visit an old friend. I was talking to him on the phone. I must’ve lost my concentration. I’m so eager to see him. It’s been so many years. I’m sorry officer. I’m usually a really good driver.
Of course, that was a lie. The FMP cop figured that. The FMP cop also figured she’d been smoking weed. Her slow-motion response to his question was a clue.
The FMP cop let Michelle squirm in the uncomfortable silence that followed her answer to his question.
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4 comments:
OK, so I shouldn't feel sorry for her at all, but... seriously, the squriming in the silence?? Ugh. Yeah, I do feel bad for her.
What next?
Uh oh. A nice, unexpected twist to the story though, Carlos.
Liked the descriptiveness of her squirting the perfume.
So, he let her squirm, now what? Is he a good cop or a bad cop?
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