Jillian Chantal

This week, the writers of Tuesday Tales are writing to the word prompt slow. I’m working on the same story as the last weeks. Our heroine and hero are in his car driving toward her house.

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“So what’s the next step then?”

“I have a ton of reports to read through from all those witness statements taken by uniformed officers last night. Can take you home.”

“Might as well. Aneto probably would like a walk and the afternoon parade should already be underway so we should have a clear path past Garden Street.”

“Glad you reminded me about the parade. I’d normally turn on Palafox to get to your house and we’ll need to go on past there to Alcaniz.”

“That’s actually the way I’d go to my house. More of straight shot.”

“Not from Cervantes.”

Lu shook her head. “You go ahead and tell yourself that.”

He grinned over at her. “I like Palafox as it’s straight down and one turn. Your way is more convoluted.”

“Let’s just agree to disagree.”

Malcolm drove on and they were soon where Mobile Highway and Cervantes Street merged. “I swear, people drive crazy on this stretch of road. It’s a thirty-five zone and not one car out here is going that speed.”

“Including you.” Lu laughed.

“Going with the flow here.”

“Flip on that dashboard light and see how fast they slow down.”

“Tempting, but no. If I do that, I’ll have to pull at least one over. Last week, an officer flipped his basically to get out of a traffic jam and someone reported him. He got a reprimand.”

“Well, I have to say I agree with that. No one who is in a position of authority should abuse it that way. Especially since regular people like me still have to sit in traffic.”

Malcolm’s phone rang. He pushed the button from the cradle where the phone sat in order to answer hands free. “Godfrey.”

“Malcolm, it’s Chris. We have another body.”

Malcolm’s face went white. “Same as the others?”

“Yeah. Exactly. Beads and Moon Pies as well as garroting.”