Hump Day Kick Start – Writing Prompt #37

Writing prompts to kick-start your muse.

 

Could go so many ways. Who is she and who is going to make her a criminal? Is she a cop who has buried deep undercover with a biker gang? A girlfriend who has been dumped again?  A mother whose little darlings have pushed her too far? A warrior’s protege who will go to any lengths necessary to protect her kingdom? A supermodel put on another diet?

Share your ideas and/or post your creations, even if it’s just a line or two. I’d love to hear them.

4 Responses to Hump Day Kick Start – Writing Prompt #37

  1. Jeff Salter says:

    With no vacant slots in the parking lot, Bertha steered into the drive-thru. There she waited some 15 minutes as the line crept forward… and way too many of those drivers apparently not giving any thought to what they wanted until asked for their order. Then it was as though a light came on in their feeble brains, “Oh, I’m in the drive thru, maybe I should consider making a selection.”
    Maddening.
    Bertha finally got her Coffee and egg biscuit and then tried to get back on the highway. All the on-coming traffic was perfectly spaced, so that whenever the southbound lanes were clear, the northbounds were clogged. And vice versa. So she gave up trying to turn left (north) and ended up going way around the far side of the retail complex … thereby adding 1.5 miles to her travel home.
    Then she approached a traffic light that was turning yellow. Plenty of time for the car in front of her to go on through and Bertha would’ve made it also… but the car in front decided to SLOW down and think about it. Folks, you can’t loiter indecisively when a light has just turned yellow. You either zoom on or you stop. Slowing down just confuses everybody.
    As it did Bertha.
    So she slammed on her brakes to avoid hitting the car in front.
    That spilled 40% of her coffee.
    Finally clearing that light, she still had a four-way stop to negotiate. Both the traffic light and this 4-way would NOT have been on her normal route if she’d only been able to turn left onto the highway.
    Well, this particular 4-way had drawn all the local idiots of the morning, so each approached and did the bit where they couldn’t discern who’d arrived first and everybody was waving everybody else to go through.
    Folks, just yield to the car on your right and let’s get these vehicles moving!
    Well, only after Bertha finally broke the impasse and crept forward did all three of the other lanes erupt with movement… and all four vehicles hit together, in the middle of that intersection.
    They’d be there for hours waiting for cops and insurance folks to unravel this mess.
    In the meantime, Bertha took the remainder of her cooling coffee and the rapidly cooling egg sandwich over to a tree on the corner and sat down.
    She was barely able to drink the coffee and the cheese from the sandwich had oozed down onto the middle of her bosom.
    A cop was at the intersection now, yelling and pointing and waving his arms. Eventually, one of the other drivers began pointing toward Bertha… so she stood at the tree and tried to figure out what was going on. None of the vehicles had budged yet.
    The officer stomped over and began chastising Bertha. It seems the other drivers all agreed that Bertha had “caused” the accident since she was the only one who refused to keep waving the others onward. And now the cop was chastising her for “leaving the scene.”.
    “I haven’t left anything, Officer,” she exclaimed. “I’m right here and my car is right there.”
    “You’re supposed to remain with your vehicle.” he insisted.
    “I am with it,” she replied, as she gestured with the sandwich in her hand. Unfortunately, there was just enough slimy cheese remaining that it launched from the sandwich onto the front of the cop’s uniform.
    “And that adds ASSAULT to your problems, lady,” said the cop.
    The way Bertha’s day is going so far… they’ll make a criminal out of her yet.

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    • jbrayweber says:

      What a very different spin on this prompt. Seriously, I can soooo relate to Bertha. Living in the 4th largest city in the US gives me plenty of opportunities to become a criminal. Great job, Jeff!

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      • Jeff Salter says:

        the first name I had for this character was Jenn.
        Just kidding.
        She was going to remain nameless, so more of us could identify with her frustration. But the scene ran long and all the pronouns got confusing.

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      • jbrayweber says:

        It would have fit perfectly. Although, I’m a hand-waver and very mouthy in traffic. Just ask my kids.

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