...but keep your enemies closer still...
by Katy Kat
Posted: 19 May 2006 Word Count: 370 Summary: not really what I wanted to write but once the idea was in my head couldn't get it out - best I could do |
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Maxine McSorley was bad, blonde and beautiful. She did sex, drugs and rock'n'roll. She wore black leather and rode her brother's Harley-Davidson. Her brothers called her Mad Max.
As she closed the Yellow Pages a chill of anticipation ran through her. Not long now. She picked up the phone.
It wasn't just that she hadn't been invited. It was the humiliation that stuck in her throat. Her friend Bennie had shown her the invite that everyone else in the final year had received. Celebrate! End of 'A' levels BBQ to be held in the grounds of the Wilson residence 45 Bankside Close ... RSVP..
Andrea Wilson didn't like Maxine. She was loud and common and her language would shame a Millwall supporter.
Andrea would be embarrassed by her presence so she wasn't invited.
The Desk Sergeant put down the phone and ran his finger down the list...extension 42. He picked up the phone again. "John? Tony here - front desk..."
The weather was perfect. The lawns were immaculate. Ice chinked against crystal and aromatic herbs perfumed the warm breeze. Mr and Mrs Wilson were the perfect host and hostess, graciously tolerant of the Doc Martens as they trampled pampered grass in time to the beat of some awful noise...
The unmarked police van parked up in the cul-de-sac and the officer radioed his position.
Initially the bump and bang of the music drowned out the sound of the mixer wagon as it reversed up the driveway of No 45 and, as instructed, tipped a couple of tons of concrete onto the lawn. And it was as a bewildered Mr Wilson tried to make sense of the unexpected delivery that the police loud hailer could be clearly heard above the music.
'This is the police. We have cordoned off the premises and no one is to leave the area. We have received information that drug dealers are active in this assembly and we ask that you co operate with the officers as they carry out their search of your person and belongings...
Neighbours had gathered to watch the proceedings and moved aside to make way for the local outside broadcast vans and the press.
The humiliation of Andrea Wilson was complete.
As she closed the Yellow Pages a chill of anticipation ran through her. Not long now. She picked up the phone.
It wasn't just that she hadn't been invited. It was the humiliation that stuck in her throat. Her friend Bennie had shown her the invite that everyone else in the final year had received. Celebrate! End of 'A' levels BBQ to be held in the grounds of the Wilson residence 45 Bankside Close ... RSVP..
Andrea Wilson didn't like Maxine. She was loud and common and her language would shame a Millwall supporter.
Andrea would be embarrassed by her presence so she wasn't invited.
The Desk Sergeant put down the phone and ran his finger down the list...extension 42. He picked up the phone again. "John? Tony here - front desk..."
The weather was perfect. The lawns were immaculate. Ice chinked against crystal and aromatic herbs perfumed the warm breeze. Mr and Mrs Wilson were the perfect host and hostess, graciously tolerant of the Doc Martens as they trampled pampered grass in time to the beat of some awful noise...
The unmarked police van parked up in the cul-de-sac and the officer radioed his position.
Initially the bump and bang of the music drowned out the sound of the mixer wagon as it reversed up the driveway of No 45 and, as instructed, tipped a couple of tons of concrete onto the lawn. And it was as a bewildered Mr Wilson tried to make sense of the unexpected delivery that the police loud hailer could be clearly heard above the music.
'This is the police. We have cordoned off the premises and no one is to leave the area. We have received information that drug dealers are active in this assembly and we ask that you co operate with the officers as they carry out their search of your person and belongings...
Neighbours had gathered to watch the proceedings and moved aside to make way for the local outside broadcast vans and the press.
The humiliation of Andrea Wilson was complete.
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