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Friday, November 26, 2004

Theme week 13

this was inspired by one of this weeks prompts... it turned out too long for me to feel comfortable with it on the class blog so here goes:

56. "There are eight million stories in the Naked City... this has been one of them.”

Veazie is a nice little town. It’s about one mile long by one mile wide. There is only one little convience store to service it. The houses are all settled back from the road with perfectly manicured lawns. There are two separate cemetaries at least partially within the boarder, and it keeps things in perspective. The people are friendly, and many are older. There aren’t a lot of wild parties going on there, unlike Orono just up the road a couple miles where the college is. All and all it’s like a little suburban slice of heaven… except for the crazy rabid police officers.

On one memorable occasion I was driving through town at about ten o’clock at night. It was winter, and as a result it had been pitch black outside since about five pm. I was minding my own business, going two miles under the speed limit up state street. A car squealed it’s tires pulling out behind me, it flipped on the high beams. The car gunned the engine and settled in about an inch from my bumper. I was blinded by the lights. Heart pumping with fearful adrenaline I cut through the yellow light ahead of me, swinging on to Chase Rd in an effort to escape the lunitic behind me. As soon as I did, pop, on came the blue lights. The officer pulled me over to give me a warning about going through yellow lights. I was just happy he wasn’t an axe murderer who planned to kill me after running me off the road.

My favorite memory however, is the time I forgot my license. I had made it about two hundred feet up the road when I figured out my wallet was still at the house. I turned around. About thirty feet from the driveway, on go the blue lighte behind me. I pulled over. The officer came up the the window, asking for lisence and registration. I explained the situation, pointing out the second driveway from where we were all sitting. He grunted, then looked at the other passangers. He then asked if he could search my car.

Confused by what he could possibly hope to find in the car I agreed. Matt, Jeremy and Ben, who were also in the car all piled out. I had been getting ready for bed when the guys wanted a ride to the store, so I was standing there in a tank top and pj bottoms in the snow. He then asked to search each of us. I raised my arms, and noting the lack of pockets, he let me alone. He searched the guys. Then he turned to the car. I will never forget what he asked me, “So, hiding any drugs, or bombs in the car ma’am?” He flicked his flashlight on the backseat, “have you got any Tali-ban in here?” he looked everyone over with a gimlet eye. I was too shocked at that moment, but later I would almost die laughing over it. “No sir.” I told him. He eventually let us go without even looking in the trunk.

So, should it be a dark night, or even a bright day, I would suggest staying as far away from Veazie as possible. The town reminds me of all those stories you hear about people living in small towns in the desert. Where the sherrif thinks it’s still the wild west. You may think me paranoid but, whether it is sheer boredom or a pyschotic sense of duty the Veazie police are out to get you.

4 Comments:

Blogger johngoldfine said...

"To Serve and Protect"!

I can see why you want both of these tales here, but for a vignette, I'd bet you'd choose the Tali-ban story, right?

November 26, 2004 at 10:15 PM  
Blogger Erika Lynne said...

I did think it was a little long. I would keep the search one out of the two stories. Even without that part, is it still too contained to count as a vingette?

November 27, 2004 at 10:13 AM  
Blogger johngoldfine said...

'Vignette' is a tough word to define--short is part of it, tone certainly, material, approach. The stuff in here which sounds most vignettish to me is the set-up graf about VZ. It's droll and deadpan, and I think deadpan may be part of doing vignettes not mentioned in the formal definition I found--whereas the cop material is all full of 'look-at-this!' which I guess I'd take to be less of a sketch, more of exposition.

November 27, 2004 at 12:00 PM  
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