Friday Story Post – Speed

Welcome to the first Friday story post of 2017!  🙂

(Forget about being “real” – people all have real lives, you come here to read the stories.)

So what are the story post options?

Federi vs Radomir Lascek:  I’m currently working on “Valleylon”, which is in the series following the Solar Wind series.  I could randomly post a scene from Valleylon, but I haven’t yet worked on it enough to have worthy scenes.

Friday Fairy Tale:  My daughter and I figured out together that there are certain elements missing; that Valentine loses his lovability (which he must not); that Connor mutates from a hero to a tragic hero (which is gagworthy); that there is no way Nadisda on her own can crack that high-security prison with her magic; that the magical world hasn’t been given enough spotlight, and that Faff still has a very important role to play.  With all these issues, I need to work on the story before posting more.  My ‘umble apologies.

Vampolf:  Yes, I’ll post more but not tonight.  😉  Nadia’s a handful, isn’t she?

Southern Free:  Young Shadow is stuck in Durban completing a mission.  He’s not answering his phone.

Vanya the Terrib:  Later!  It needs to be wholesale edited first.

Interstellar Retake:  Taking shape but I need to work on how Tris is going to get herself and Michelin to the Amazon forest.

Which one am I working on right now:  Valleylon.  We need to get the series sorted.

Here is, so long, another w-i-p.

(Re the language:  The language in this post is not exactly PG 18, more like PG 13, but I apologize anyway – it’s genre.)




The siren howled behind Austin. That blue light was gaining on him. He’d accelerated rather than slowed down when the short man had waved at him, trying to pull him over. It had been instinctive. Time was critical; he couldn’t be late right now, and this forsaken traffic officer wanted to cost him time.

Just to prove a point, he pushed a bit more speed out of his Jaguar before slowing down after all with a sigh, resigning himself to get this over with.

The bike pulled up next to him and indicated that he should pull to the shoulder of the road. He complied with a frown. Lady Luck was not on his side today! He steered the car to the side and stopped. The traffic officer parked the bike in front of his car so that he couldn’t get away, and walked up to his window, taking off the helmet. With a shake of her head, she fluffed out masses of blonde curls, flicking them back out of her face with impatience.

Austin gaped. “You’re a girl!”

The next moment he knew that this had been a mistake. He could see how she blew herself up to twice her size and balled her fists.

“Sir! You broke the speed limit.”

“I know,” he interrupted. “I’m sorry, ma’am. I was in a –”

“Hurry, I know. They all say that. It will take the whole damned office to put it back together!”

“I know, ma’am, and I’m really sorry… what?”

“What are you going to do about it, sir?”

He stared at the diminutive traffic officer with her shockingly blonde hair, framing her head in a cloud against the lights of her motorbike. She was clearly trying to look tough. And failing. She was simply too pretty.

“Begging yours – about what?

“The speed limit. You broke it!”


“We’ll have to get a new one now,” she snapped at him. “These speed limits are bloody expensive to replace, I hope you realize this!”

Austin gaped at her. Was she actually fooling around?

He didn’t have time to waste!  “Look, lady, just write me a ticket and get it over with,” he prompted. “I have a very important appointment…”

“Oh, really?” she drawled, her tongue-in-cheek show of anger morphing into genuine annoyance. “Oh, of course! That’s right! You rich buggers in your fancy cars are always on some or other really important mission. Far more important than any of us worthless little people. So important that you feel you’re above the law and you can just go any speed you like.” She had her hands on her hips, her eyes measuring him up and clearly dealing him a failing grade. “And when you cause an accident, you just buy your way out of the consequences. If you drive over a kid on a bicycle, all you do is throw money at the situation and you’re free.” She stabbed at him with her index finger. “You know what? Stephen King’s ‘Thinner’ was written about rich bastards like you.”

Austin squeezed his eyes shut for a moment. He hadn’t read ‘Thinner’, but it had just been added to his reading list. On the other end of this journey sat a girl he was going to propose to, tonight: A lovely, high-class lady who was going to grace his home among crystal and velvet. But she was already waiting for the past twenty minutes, and he’d stood her up before, due to no fault of his own. He had to get through this, fast. This female cop with an attitude against money… wait!

“Lady, please. Let me go,” he pressed. He dug in his pocket and extracted his wallet, opened it and started counting out notes. “How much is the fine going to be?”

Her jaw dropped in shock. “Are you attempting to bribe me?”

“No, I just want to be on my way. I’m late.”

“That’s it,” she said. “Attempted bribes are illegal. I’m afraid you’ll be coming with me.” She beckoned him to follow her, and got back on her bike, howling her siren once just for effect. And she led the way, doing a u-turn and waiting for him across the road.

Austin saw his chance. He turned the ignition, revved the engine, and put down his foot. The Jaguar sped away, as smoothly as its animal namesake. He saw how the traffic cop absolutely lost it in anger, in the rear-view mirror. She pushed her way back into the traffic with her siren howling, ready to speed after him.

There was the minibus. A gut-wrenching thump; all Austin saw was the motorcycle describing a curve through the air.

He pulled over on the shoulder of the road once more, his hands trembling in shock. That young woman had to be dead on impact! And he had caused it! What now?


Image of road by night:

By Tony Hisgett from Birmingham, UK – M5 nightUploaded by tm, CC BY 2.0,


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