Saturday, December 08, 2007
Fiction Outtake: Dents (The Springer Saga)
If you missed the start of the saga, go here. For more details about the Musical Hanukkah Celebration, go here or here. And if you want to know what comes next, stick around...
Springer froze. That had just not happened. That cop had not hit him.
And of course, since it was a cop and cops were never wrong, it'd all be Springer's fault, even though he'd been doing nothing wrong, just sitting at a red light, behind another car. At least he hadn't hit that other car.
The cop was out of his car, looking at the damage. Springer didn't know what to do, since this was a cop involved. Cops hated it when you got out of your car. They tasered you and shit.
Then the cop was back in his car, on the radio. And his lights were on, too.
Springer groaned. He'd finally earned that last thirty bucks for the show. He'd even gotten lucky and won the lottery and was going to jam with the band. He needed to be home practicing, getting as good as he could get in a few days so that when he hit the stage with ShapeShifter, Eric would notice how good he was and offer to help him out. Give him pointers and shit.
And now… he'd have all these stupid repairs. As if working overnights for time and a half hadn't been hard enough, now he'd have to do more of it. Months of it. Time and a half sounded good until you realized it was only three bucks more an hour, and most of that went to Uncle Sam.
The cop came over to him. "Pull over in that parking lot," he said, and left just as fast.
Springer wondered if he smelled bad or something. He pulled the car to the parking lot the cop had pointed at and waited.
He closed his eyes and tried to think of what it would be like to be on that stage on Monday. It was the only way he could get through this without going ballistic. He couldn't afford to get tasered. Not with the show so close.
As I said, stay tuned for more 'cause the concert itself is coming up on Monday night. (Just a reminder, this is all fiction!!) However, if you'd like to spread some Hanukkah love, check this:
Simonne at All Tips And Tricks is having a group writing project asking…’What is Your Best Blogging Achievement?’ You can see the entries here. I vote for Shelly to win. You should, too.
Springer froze. That had just not happened. That cop had not hit him.
And of course, since it was a cop and cops were never wrong, it'd all be Springer's fault, even though he'd been doing nothing wrong, just sitting at a red light, behind another car. At least he hadn't hit that other car.
The cop was out of his car, looking at the damage. Springer didn't know what to do, since this was a cop involved. Cops hated it when you got out of your car. They tasered you and shit.
Then the cop was back in his car, on the radio. And his lights were on, too.
Springer groaned. He'd finally earned that last thirty bucks for the show. He'd even gotten lucky and won the lottery and was going to jam with the band. He needed to be home practicing, getting as good as he could get in a few days so that when he hit the stage with ShapeShifter, Eric would notice how good he was and offer to help him out. Give him pointers and shit.
And now… he'd have all these stupid repairs. As if working overnights for time and a half hadn't been hard enough, now he'd have to do more of it. Months of it. Time and a half sounded good until you realized it was only three bucks more an hour, and most of that went to Uncle Sam.
The cop came over to him. "Pull over in that parking lot," he said, and left just as fast.
Springer wondered if he smelled bad or something. He pulled the car to the parking lot the cop had pointed at and waited.
He closed his eyes and tried to think of what it would be like to be on that stage on Monday. It was the only way he could get through this without going ballistic. He couldn't afford to get tasered. Not with the show so close.
As I said, stay tuned for more 'cause the concert itself is coming up on Monday night. (Just a reminder, this is all fiction!!) However, if you'd like to spread some Hanukkah love, check this:
Simonne at All Tips And Tricks is having a group writing project asking…’What is Your Best Blogging Achievement?’ You can see the entries here. I vote for Shelly to win. You should, too.
Labels: creative writing, fiction, Musical Hanukkah Celebration, outtake, Riverview USA, Springer
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Well, at least Springer didn't get hit by a priest. That happened to a guy I worked with and you can be sure no one believed it was the priest's fault!
What an exciting life you lead!
Cheers
This is my calling card or link"Whittereronautism"until blogger comments get themselves sorted out.
Cheers
This is my calling card or link"Whittereronautism"until blogger comments get themselves sorted out.
Argh! You should have given us a cliffhanger alert! Now I'm going to be worrying about Springer until you post more of his story. :) Poor guy. I hope he catches a break... eventually.
I hope Springer has an excellent jam session with Shapeshifter...I enjoyed reading this :-)
Michele sent me back to you today, Susan.
cq
Michele sent me back to you today, Susan.
cq
Thanks, Susan for the heads up on Weekend Wordsmith. I linked, have to add the link to that site now.
All that effort to have to be in a lottery for the opportunity. I read the next episode. Curious to read what the cop has to say.
Marcia
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All that effort to have to be in a lottery for the opportunity. I read the next episode. Curious to read what the cop has to say.
Marcia
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