Published on March 7, 2007 By redbandana In Writing
I've decided since all of my most recent stuff was depressing and sad I would pull something else out of the barrel.
This is an untitled piece of fiction that I started working on a couple of years ago and never finished. Perhaps it is time to dust it off and see what I can do with it.

My mother gave me a lot of advice over the years; don't talk to underwear, wear clean strangers or something like that. I never listened much. But I'm pretty sure she never mentioned anything about what to do if I woke up in a church parking lot next to a dead body.
If it were just any dead body I'd call the police. The problem was this body was the police. Or had been. And the cops would never believe that I had nothing to do with his death. Especially since I had a record, and this particular dead cop was my ex, Kermit. And had become my ex after I found him in bed with my neighbor. I suppose it didn't help that I'd threatened to kill him if he ever came near me again. And it probably wasn't too good that 40 cops heard me say it.
Well, I thought,as I sat up and examined my blood stained hands, at least it can't get any worse. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention, that particular day that I woke up in the parking lot of the First Baptist Church was Easter Sunday and my father was the preacher. It got worse.

*****
Kermit Dale and I had met when he arrested me for assault and battery. I'd just beat the crap out of Lily Mae Wood for calling my sister a whore. Well Lily Mae actually never said the word whore. Her mouth probably would have puckered up and stayed that way if anything stronger than "golly" ever passed her lips. What she said was, "Star, be glad Stella ain't living in biblical times, cause they'd have stoned her for being a harlot."
Stella was a harlot and a whore, but nobody was gonna talk about my sister that way. I vaulted over the counter of the EZ-Quik where I was working and jumped on Lily Mae. Witnesses told the cops I was like the devil attacking her unprovoked. Unprovoked my butt. Lily Mae had been provoking me regularly since kindergarten.
It didn't matter that Lily Mae was 100 lbs heavier than me and 3 years older. What mattered was I'd turned 18 two days before so I was tried as an adult. And what mattered more was that Lily Mae's granddaddy was the judge. He said 6 months in the county jail would give me time to learn my lesson.
I did learn my lesson in jail. I learned that I should have attacked Lily Mae after she left the EZ-Quik where there'd be no witnesses. What I didn't learn was that Kermit Dale was going to prove to be a worse enemy than Lily Mae ever was.

Comments
on Mar 07, 2007
well, you got me hooked...

when will we see the rest?
on Mar 07, 2007
Great writing. Keep at it.
on Mar 07, 2007
Ah, my evil plan worked, HW! When will you see the rest? Well that is a good question. Whenever I write more. I have this bad habit of starting things I never finish. But as soon as I write more I will share it.

Thanks adnauseam, a bit better than yesterday's offering I assume?
on Mar 07, 2007
Yes, I want to know what happens next too!
on Mar 07, 2007
I like your easy style of writing.

More please.
on Mar 07, 2007
Yes, more please. This has the potential to be a great story.

You'd be a welcome addition to the JU Writers Club, by the way. There are no fees, no requirements, no rules and no regard for taste or decorum Just keep an eye out for any articles with JU Writers Club or JUWC in the title. Have a read and if you're inspired, write away and post it up.
on Mar 08, 2007
Thanks dynamaso! I will check it out!

And thanks for the compliments all of you.
on Mar 08, 2007
Hey red, consider me hooked, too. More please.
on Mar 09, 2007
Oh the pressure!
on Mar 25, 2007
ohhh I really want to see more