All Hallow’s Eve approacheth! It’s been a bit since I’ve checked out or written anything for the Speakeasy Challenge. So, today, I did. Their prompt: What went bump? Use that phrase in the story or answer the question. So, here goes at about 530 words:
What Goes Bump Must Come Down
So, here’s how it went down. We went to the ‘hood, right? Where else will you find a vial of crack at two a.m.? So, yeah, pipe in hand, I was more than ready. We turned onto Stephenson Avenue. “Why you turnin’ here? You know nobody’s ever on this street,” my argument for wasting the little gas remaining in the tank. “Go back to Newcomen. He’s probably there now.” Sure enough, as we turned the corner, there was Charlie waiting.
“Okay, I’m not really likin’ this anymore, man. I don’t want my car to be minus windows. Or get shot!” Audra emoted.
“Dude, chill the fuck out! Ain’t nobody gonna shoot us!” I admonished.
Suddenly, she heard it, apparently. I however did not. “What the fuck?! What went bump?”
“Your brain. Shut the fuck up! Here he is! Gimme the cash,” I admonished again. “‘s up, Charlie?” as we pulled up to the man.
“What’s you got?” he asked.
“Forty. And, man, I want a good forty, too! You skimped a little last time, dude.”
“I know you got me! You got me good last time! Got me for forty with a dime rock!” I chuckled. He was little amused. After all, his risk of selling was far greater than my buying. And, as it would happen on Halloween night. Yes, the scariest event of my life. As we pulled away, the blue lights flashed from the front of us. Five-O heading right at us. Fucker had the nerve to block us in. “Oh hell no! I’m hittin’ this motherfucker and this cop can kiss my ass! If I’m goin’ to jail, I’m goin’ to jail high!” I blazed up, ducking my head out of view. The crack smoke boiled out of my mouth and hit the windshield.
“Oh Jesus god, you just don’t give a fuck, do you?!” Audra yelled. The cop backed up, burst a siren blast and reversed direction. He then sped off. We looked at each other in total disbelief. “What the hell was that?” She yelled.
“That went bump! Along with the lump in my throat and my heart about to bang through my chest! But damn, that’s some bad ass dope Charlie just hooked us up with!” I yelled in relief.
“What went bump?” she was confused.
“Shut the fuck up and hit this pipe before I decide to take your hit.”
“I really don’t understand what just happened,” Audra admitted. She said this as we sped off toward the main artery of Hall Road. High, we rode the planes of cocaine ecstasy in a major five minute head rush. After both our second hits, the thrill was gone. We then figured out why the cop sped off. Our other dealer, Slugger, sped past at about ninety miles an hour, two cops on his ass. About the time he turned onto Newcomen as we turned onto Hall, another self righteous boy in blue blew the stop sign at the cross street and plowed his ass into a yard. And, of course, I had to say it, “What went bump?” Audra looked at me with the ‘shut the fuck up’ look.
There you have it! An odd story, I suppose, but fun for me to write nonetheless! Take care, y’all. And if I don’t see y’all before then, Happy Halloween!