This week Avery’s back in business…so to speak. She’s finally made time to work on a piece of flash fiction. It is slightly—very slightly—inspired by real world events and a prompt. It will hopefully be a longer series…keep your fingers crossed! Her muse has been hit or miss of late.
This week’s prompt was making an Ozzy Osbourne reference. I’m sure you’ll spot it with no problem.
Remember these flashes have to be under 1000 words.
Bear to Bear
Rain fell harder as Trooper Jared Kingsley jogged to his patrol car. Nothing like a busy, rainy first day of early shift. Jared despised the dreaded six-to-four, made worse today by bad thunderstorms which tripped several residential alarms, necessitating a police response.
“If I get one more friggin alarm,” Jared grumbled from his dry car. He punched the clearance code into his mobile computer before allowing his head to thunk against the headrest. Nothing like being soaking wet after only two hours of work. He raked a hand through his now-flattened hair.
He’d hit the snooze button one too many times to eat breakfast before he left home. Now he was paying for it—his stomach rumbled loudly, making even the squawk of the radio seem quiet. Jared queried the pending calls for service. “Thank God,” he breathed. Nothing in his area of the county.
No sense in jinxing myself. Jared put the car in gear and turned the wipers on high. He’d head to The Grind, his favorite coffee shop, while the going was good.
As the police radio chatter subsided, Jared decided he needed some good music to help him get through this miserable day and began punching buttons. By the third station, he found some classic rock. Now Ozzy Osbourne was something he could get into. Unless…Jared pounded the steering wheel. Why did it have to be ‘Crazy Train’? That could only be a sign of bad things to come.
Three days ago, Jared had worked night shift. He’d never dealt with so many crazy people in his life. It seemed like the calls for suicidal and mental subjects kept coming, one right after the next. Maybe, he told himself, you shouldn’t be complaining about running alarms in the rain. At least you don’t have to talk to anyone, and you definitely don’t have to pretend wearing a foil helmet works to keep aliens at bay.
He had to chuckle at that. He’d been dispatched to a man wielding a shotgun, who claimed aliens had just landed in his backyard. When the dispatcher asked for details, the man quoted several lines from Men in Black. While Jared had enjoyed that movie, it wasn’t one he watched over and over. When he turned into the driveway, he hoped the man wasn’t wearing an Edgar suit—and that he’d put down the shotgun. He got lucky in one respect—the man was buck-ass naked, with the exception of his foil helmet and his shotgun. It took several minutes before Jared could convince the man to put down his weapon. Once he did, Jared didn’t waste any time. He placed him in handcuffs and helped him into the back of the ambulance for his ride to the hospital.
“What a loon.” He chuckled again.
His computer beeped—he had a message. He kept one hand on the wheel and typed with the other, dividing his attention between the road and the text. Thankfully, this backroad was fairly empty given the bad weather and the fact rush hour had come and gone. Continue reading