Chapter 9 (The Fucker)

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(The sound of moving trains. a view of the subway and people boarding trains. trans moving. a view of a congested road with cars moving slowly on different lanes to one passage. A short fat female officer is controlling the traffic.

Officer: ok! go. your free to go

    (A vehicle quickly moves past her, followed by another vehicle)

Officer: (ref to other vehicle) hey! stop...stop the fucking car!

     (The car quickly stops so as the cars behind. The windows are rolled down. reveals a man in the driver's seat, he's wife in the passenger seat, and a girl of 11 at the back seat who leans back)

Man: (smiles) good morning officer

Officer: fuck your morning!

Man: (startled) oh my. officer?

Officer: you move, when I tell you to...and you don't move when I don't tell you to...you smart ass. now you made me stop your fucking car.

Wife: em... excuse me officer. my daughter is sitting in this vehicle and she's just eleven. pls can we stop using that language?

Officer: what?! are you messing with me? (to man) is she messing with me?. I don't see no eleven year old daughter behind your ass or he's ass

Wife: (looks behind) come on love. say good morning to the kind officer

      (The girl stands and leans in)

girl: good morning officer

Officer: oh! now I see her

      (girl sits back)

Officer: she's really messed up. your daughter is really messed up

Wife: excuse me. officer...

Officer: (points at her name tag) it's officer blobi to you missy!

      (The driver's behind starts getting impatient. words are thrown on them like__"move it!", "am gonna jam your shitty car's ass!",   "Move it. you fucking troll officer!")

Officer: quiet down people!

       (On the other traffic line a car starts moving. the officer sights it )

Officer: hey, stop!

     (She runs to the car as the car stops)

Driver: (tattooed face, muscular body, french accent) oh come on officer. I got an appointment

Officer: oh really...?!

    (On the other line)

Wife: (to man) come on honey. go! go!

      (The man quickly drives away. cars behind them starts following suit officer doesn't notice)

Officer: well, fuck your fucking appointment!

Driver: but there moving (points to cars on line one)

Officer: (looks behind) fuck!

Voice of protagonist: there. right there. I got one word for you...fucker. yeah you might have quite many explanations or definitions to that word. or the person which it's directed to. I mean, I do. so kids, you might wanna be aware of some extreme languages...

Officer: stop moving those fucking cars!

Voice of protagonist: cause this is the point of the story...where you meet the fucker.

      (Officer quickly runs to moving line)

    (At the dikrols house, Mrs dikrol is on a strange phone call as she chops onions and vegetables)

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