This week’s photo prompt is provided by Phylor. Thank you Phylor for our photo prompt!
The notepad hung limp in the policeman’s hand, his pencil unused.
At first, Jim had been distracted by the second policeman, but he was an experienced enough drinker to distrust what he saw after a night in The Haymakers. After twelve pints, his eyes tended to exagerrate. Two policemen, two roads. Two lampposts.
‘Run me through it again, would you?’ said the policeman on the left.
‘Didn’t want to drink drive.’ That was what Jim meant to say, though the words sounded more like ‘Dinun wanna drivel.’
It seemed he couldn’t trust his ears either.
One of the policemen folded his arms. ‘So you took a horse to the pub because you didn’t want to drink drive?’
This kid was smarter than he looked.
‘Problem is, Mr Donovan, Dobbin here isn’t yours, is he?’
Jim didn’t remember owning a horse. But then life was peculiar – he didn’t remember falling off one either.
Funny old thing, life.
Written for Priceless Joy’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, and what a joy this prompt is. See the pic, write 100 – 175 words in response. Do visit here to play along and to read the other, wonderful stories.