Paradoxically Yours...

Divine Justice

(prompt: 'guilty' 23rd June 2017)

"Good afternoon sir! How are you today?" Friendly enough words, but not when spoken through tightened lips, eyes bleak and glittering almost evilly. In different circumstances, Kanute would have felt like an entomologist's prize specimen, trapped with no hope of escape. But not this day.

When the siren made its first, heart-stopping 'wheal-wheal' squeal and Kanute looked into his mirror to see the flashing lights right behind him, the combination caused his heart to thump painfully. A quick glance at his speedometer showed he'd been doing no more than a kilometre over the speed limit. He relaxed. Phew! Speedometer accurate - and damned well should be, seeing my little beauty is only three months old.

As both cars pulled in to the kerb, he recognised the officer stepping out of the car, adjusting all the paraphernalia he wore around his torso. "Well-ll, well. If it isn't Gil - looking very spiffy. Heard you'd moved up in the world from a truckie! What were you? The tomato sauce delivery fellow?"

"Watch your mouth, buster. I'm wearing a uniform now. The one signifying I have the law on my side."

Kanute rolled his eyes. "And the 'LAW' according to the gospel of Gilbert has found me guilty of what, precisely?"

Gil officiously licked his index finger and flicked over a couple of pages of his expiation notepad. "Speeding, smart arse. Uhrr, e-x-c-u-s-e me... SIR! In a built-up area like this; school crossing up the road a bit; traffic lights not so far back. Did you have any reason to be in a hurry, SIR?!" And he smirked unpleasantly. "Like, in a hurry to get to the blushing bride-to-be, maybe? Before she realises what a wanker you really are?" With a hard shake, he drew himself back into official mode. Standing tall as he could, Gil tilted his head to look down his nose at his victim. In a vicious tone, he said 'We'll see what the Judge thinks in Court... SIR! Speeding offences are not viewed kindly after the latest rash of accidents in this area."

With an obvious drawing in of cheeks, Kanute continued, "We WILL see what the Judge thinks indeed, when he hears of our 'prior connection' and MY defence showing your trumped up, totally biased charge. We BOTH know all too well, the lady in question already discovered who the wanker was when she threw YOUR ring right back in your face. You had your chance, buster, and you blew it!" And Kanute snorted his disgust. "Go off and play up with a floosie, because I kissed her at the office Christmas party? What a loser!"

Seriously deflated now, but with his last ounce of bravado, the wannabe gang-buster spluttered, "Well, let this be a lesson to you, CHUM. Next time you won't be this lucky - on the road - or in love."

"NEXT time, Gil T. Mee? With a name like yours, I doubt it. I doubt it VERY much!"