Today's story comes from Marjorie Lacy...
Flash fiction, a story with a twist......enjoy.....
Quiet day on the High Street.
Wednesday afternoons were always quiet on the High Street; only mum’s walking fractious babies, men walking dogs to the Betting Shop, a scattering of kids ‘bunking off’ school. There were even spaces to park cars. Many of the shops on half day closing, only those chain shops who have to stay open because the branches in the busy cities are open.
Even the weather has a sleepy quality about it, no breeze, the sun can’t be bothered to warm up. Then, the throb of a high powered motorbike becomes noticeable, louder as it gets nearer, it's going full speed, it shrieks to a halt. Two people jump off muffled with crash helmets and scarves; two startled dogs began barking. The first figure flings open the Jeweller’s shop door; the electronic doorbell starts to buzz. The second figure is pulling a gun from out of the jacket. The High Street holds its breath. There is shot, shattering the momentary silence. The figures rush out of the shop and leap on the bike. Vroom! Vroom! They are off! Pedestrian’s staring open mouthed. ‘Help me! Help me!’ is heard coming from inside the shop.
Because of the bike’s speed, it is weaving from side to side - too fast for a suburban street; the traffic lights turn red - no way that bike is stopping! The yellow school bus judders to a stop, assorted children sliding forward, nervous screaming begins as the bike slams into the side of the bus. Two figures are thrown up - what goes up must come down - the figures thud to the road, their screams adding to the chaos.
The sound of sirens can be heard approaching, children are being helped off the bus, starting to quiet, as shock takes over, some holding heads, some holding arms, they flop onto the pavement. Passersby began to draw closer, the motherly ones comforting the children. The burlier men, go round the side of the bus, to see how the bike riders have coped with the accident. Unable to resist it, swift kicks are aimed at the ribs. They take off the crash helmets off, to reveal a blonde, long haired girl. Her fellow conspirator is another girl, who looks younger. There is a gasp from onlookers. The Police cars pull up. ‘Here mate! You’d better come and have a look at this’, one of the men shouts.
A good story should always leave you with questions.....and this certainly does......
Just like Cilla used to say You Decide !!.
Marjorie's husband is also a writer....Roy Lacy.....
His new book "The DeLacy Chronicles" Is a non-fiction Odyssey, chronicling the
stirring history of just one family through time. The de Lacy family. Warring
Norsemen to Norman Lords. Onward to England, and 1066, Establishing
Pontefract Castle as The Key to the North. Later other members of the family
including John de Lacy at the signing of the Magna Carta. Henry de Lacy the closest
confidant of King Edward I. Walter de Lacy established on the medieval English/Welsh
border The de Lacy family, became leading Welsh Marcher Lords. Better described
as ‘War Lords'. Hugh de Lacy the first ‘Viscount of Ireland'. Fighting for the expansion
of English rule in Ireland. Later the de Lacy family fought against the Crown.
The de Lacy family now ‘living beyond the pale’. The de Lacy struggle until
1691 and the fall of Limerick ‘The Flight of the Wild Geese". Over the next
two centuries, the de Lacy family were at the forefront of most European wars.
In America a de Lacy on both sides of the Civil War of 1861. One thousand years,
of the de Lacy family, their triumphs, and tragedies.
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