It’s All in the Attitude Part 4

reg430 By reg430, 17th Dec 2014 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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Our main character thinks she is on her way home, after she happily says goodbye to the companion she has been trying to get away from. But not all works out, as she has wanted.

The Story

After walking through the gate, I hear the dreadful clang, as it slams shut. The night is somber; there are only a handful of stars scattered throughout the sky in no particular pattern. If it weren’t for the spotlight from the prison, it would be impossible to see anything. And we are in the darkest part of the city: cut off from civilization by being located at the most outward point of a narrow peninsula.

“You still didn’t tell me what you’re doing here,” the attorney says as we saunter toward the cars.

“I teach,” I remark, stopping to stare at him.

“You get locked up with these guys? To teach?”

Now I’ve had enough. “That’s a fine attitude for someone who is hired to defend them,” I snap.

A frown mars his facial features. “I’m sorry, all right? I know that was uncalled for.”

I move away from him seconds before he grabs my arm. “No, you’re right. I am surprised, though, that you would choose this place for employment.”

“The same could be said of you.” Pulling my arm from his grasp, I take a few steps back from him. “This is my car,” I say, patting the rear of my Z. Maybe now he’ll leave me alone.

He stands beside the car. His arms hanging limply, and watches as I unlock the door on the driver’s side and climb in.

“I’ll see you next time,” I say, sticking my upper torso out of the open door. In much the same way as my students, he persists on sticking around, reluctant to see me leave. I wave slightly as he moves away.

“Stupid car!” I shout, slamming the palms of my hands against the steering wheel. The engine grumbles as I turn the key, but quiets to a noise similar to a sick stomach rumble. It refuses to turn over. Actually, I’m not surprised that the car won’t start because it has been acting up, but, until now, it hasn’t left me stranded. How am I suppose to get out of here, I ask myself, glancing around at the other parked cars. There are maybe fifteen clustered around mine.


Attorney, Prison

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I have been involved in writing since earning my M.A. in English/Creative Writing over 20 years ago. Most of my work, though, has been in the classroom, helping others better their writing.

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author avatar tafmona
18th Dec 2014 (#)

very informative post

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author avatar reg430
19th Dec 2014 (#)

Thank you, tafmona.

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