Sunday, September 30, 2007

Drabble Fourteen


I groaned as the vehicle that had pulled away from its hiding place in the shadows turned on its lights, signaling that I should pull over.

“License and registration?” the cop burbled at me. He turned them over in his claws.

“Are you aware that you were going 60 in a school zone?”

“I’m sorry, officer,” I started, “I’m starting a new job today and this reef is unfamiliar.”

His eyestalks pointed in my direction. “Well Ma’am, I’d advise you to pay more attention from now on.”

I thanked him and drove away, a trail of bubbles in my wake.

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