All Screwed Up
It’s time for Adam Ickes’ Storybook Corner! Impressively, I’m not waiting until the counter says “Submissions close in 5 minutes” to submit my entry this month. Here’s the cool badge.
The aim is to write 300-500 words. I’ve gone a bit over 😦 . It’s also a bit of a nutty story as I was feeling in a whimsical mood.
To read the other stories, click on the blue froggy.
The two boys ambled up the street. Davey, at thirteen, was the older of the pair, so he got to carry the air rifle. Bobby, at twelve, could only watch jealously while his friend aimed it here and there, pretending to shoot invisible enemies.
“When we gonna shoot something, Davey?” he asked.
“When we see something worth shooting,” answered his friend. “How about that stop sign?”
“That thing’s never gonna make a dent in that,” muttered Bobby. He turned away to walk back down the street.
“You’re probably right,” said Davey, taking aim at his friend’s retreating behind. “I bet I can bounce a few off your butt, though!”
Davey squeezed the trigger, eliciting a surprised yelp from Bobby, which soon changed to a groan of pain.
“You shot me in the ass! You shot me in the ass!”
Davey stared, horrified, at the growing stain on his friend’s behind.
“I… I… I thought it would just bounce off!” he quavered.
“I can’t believe you shot me in the ass!” moaned Bobby, bouncing around and holding his bum. “Call an ambulance!”
“Let’s not be hasty,” said Davey. “I’m sure it’s not serious.” Davey could see a nasty scolding in his future. He probably wouldn’t be allowed out of his room until he went to university. He explained this to Bobby.
“Your room? YOUR ROOM! I’m gonna tell, and you’re going to jail! You’re gonna be somebody’s bitch!”
As it happened a hiker had seen the whole incident, and seconds later a police van screeched to a stop, disgorging a host of rather scary-looking officers waving automatic weapons.
“Armed police! Drop the gun! On the ground, now!”
Davey dropped the gun and fell to the ground, shaking. Bobby continued to bounce around, holding his wound.
“He shot me in the ass! He shot me in the ass!”
“Calm down, son,” said the officer in charge. “It doesn’t look too bad.” He looked up. “Wait a second. Have you boys been shooting at the stop sign? Look at those dents!”
“No sir, it wasn’t us,” moaned Davey miserably.
“Armed police, shut up, stay on the ground!” came the reply.
“This is very serious, lads. Those signs are expensive. They belong to The Council. Your parents pay for those signs. We pay for those signs. Taxes.”
Several of the officers, thinking of their wallets, nodded in agreement and gripped their guns more tightly.
“But he shot me in the ass!” screamed Bobby.
“Shut up about your ass, son!” yelled the officer in charge. “Your ass will heal! That sign will need to be replaced. That’ll cost!”
They handcuffed Davey and bundled him into the back of the van, citing “one road sign, public property, destruction of”. The van roared off.
“But what about my ass?” mumbled Bobby, tears trickling down his cheeks, blood trickling down his other cheeks.
All alone, and feeling pretty sorry for himself, he made his painful way home.
“Officer-in-charge” was commended for his valour and is currently serving as head of the prestigious “Street-Sign Crime” unit out of Scotland Yard.
Bobby developed an ass infection and had to have one ass cheek amputated. He’s currently living in Droitwich with his old mum.
Davey was sent down for twenty to life. He became somebody’s bitch.
I would say I LMAO, but that doesn’t seem right, given the story.
Thanks for the laugh today 😀
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Ha ha, no, not right at all 🙂
You’re very welcome, I’m glad I made you smile.
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Bahahaha!!! thanx for the laugh friend!
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You’re welcome! A little comedy for Sunday.
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Haha! 😉
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🙂 A little change from the usual “dark”.
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Haha, poor little gits. Sounds unfortunately typical of British justice lol 🙂
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Yep. Years for trivialities. Slap on the wrist for terrorising people.
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you are hilarious. Thanks for making me laugh today 🙂 You are very wicked!!
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I’m glad it made you laugh 🙂
I thought I’d do some comedy for a change.
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You are always funny. Did I say that right?
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Sometimes funny in a dark way, though 🙂
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I see it as a series. You could follow each character separately. Instead of “Law and Order,” it could be “Law and Punishment.” Hilarious 🙂
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That sounds like a good idea. Maybe it will be picked up by the networks 🙂
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Al, Hilarious story. XD I couldn’t have seen where that was going if I’d had binoculars. Are you afraid that the British criminal justice system will arrest you for extreme humor at their expense? XD Well written. 🙂
Susan
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Ooh, I hope not 🙂 Maybe they’re bugging me right now.
I’m glad you enjoyed it!
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Haha! That was great. What a perfect line to end on.
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Poor Davey 🙂
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HaHa!! There are two messages here.
1. Don’t play with guns.
2. Don’t point guns.
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I’m definitely with you on those messages.
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This is totally brilliant! You have outdone yourself! Road signs are always more important than an assectomy…
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Ha ha, “assectomy”, love it 🙂
It’s surprising how much road signs cost.
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Poor darlings. Sometimes life just isn’t fair.
Great job.
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Not the best start in life.
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“Blood trickling down his other cheeks” – that is both ridiculous AND creepy. Very black humour!
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My favourite type of humour!
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