Should I Call My Lawyer?

Jill admired her reflection in the full-length mirror in her boudoir. Wearing her sexiest silk dress, the breeze from the oscillating fan gently blowing her long, bleach-blonde hair, she felt she looked every bit the movie star. She was in her element.

She almost glided to the bedroom door, her hand grabbing the doorknob and gently turning it. She pushed the door open and made her way to the grand staircase. She slowly, gracefully descended them with a poise unexpected under the circumstances.

“Thank you for meeting me, Mrs. Donnelly,” Detective Fred Morrisey, who was waiting for Jill in the foyer at the bottom of the stairs, said. “I just need to get some information from you. I’ll be brief.”

“I understand, Detective, that you want to speak with me about the disappearance of my beloved husband, Brian,” Jill said in a manner that was both sugary sweet and filled with disdain.

“That is correct, Mrs. Donnelly,” Morrisey said.

“Please call me Jill,” she said. “I’m happy to talk to you, but you’ll get no admissions from me, Detective,” Jill said, defensively.

“No one is accusing you of anything, Mrs. Donnelly,” Morrisey said. “Not yet, anyway. Your husband is an important political fundraiser, and I’m sure he has many enemies, one of whom is Eric Lofgren, the head of a radical faction of the opposition party. We have reason to believe that your husband was kidnapped by that group.”

“I have no knowledge of such things,” Jill said. “Should I be calling my lawyer?”

“Do you deny knowing or having a relationship with Eric Lofgren?” Morrisey asked. “Before you answer, here are some photos of you and Mr. Lofgren and you appear to be quite cozy.”

“I admit to nothing,” Jill said. “You need to leave now.”

“Actually, Mrs. Donnelly,” Morrisey said, “You need to come down to the station with me. You might want to change out of that silk dress and get comfortable, though. You could be there for a while. And it would be wise to have your lawyer meet you there.”

Written for these daily prompts: Ragtag Daily Prompt (silk), Word of the Day Challenge (oscillating), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (element), My Vivid Blog (doorknob), The Daily Spur (sugar), E.M.’s Random Word Prompt (admissions), and Your Daily Word Prompt (faction).

I’m So Tired

This getting up at five in the morning is taking its toll on me. I’m retired, for crissake. I shouldn’t have to be up at the crack of dawn. I’m so tired I can barely keep my eyes open. And I’ve got to keep this up for at least the next six weeks. Why? I’m glad you asked.

It all started a week ago yesterday when my wife broke a bone in her foot. How? Well let’s just say that our our rescue dog, a fifteen month old, 70 pound, active and rambunctious mixed breed mutt, knocked her off her feet, literally. Our dog was doing zoomies, explosions of energy that dogs have on occasion, around our backyard. Zoomies are a natural dog behavior that is most often no cause for alarm.

Well, mostly no cause for alarm. But in this case, the zoomies resulted in my wife lying on the ground, grabbing her foot, and crying out in pain after our dog collided with her.

I drove her (my wife, not the dog) to the ER, where an X-ray determined that she had fractured a bone in her foot. An orthopedic surgeon looked at the X-ray and confirmed the fracture, but the good new was that surgery wouldn’t be necessary and nor would a hard cast. She was issued a protective boot (see below), and a pair of crutches, told to stay off her foot, keep it elevated, and take Advil as needed for pain. For about seven weeks!

Before this zoomies incident, my wife used to get up at around 5:00 and take the dog out for her morning walk. I’d usually crawl out of bed a few hours later. But now, as Mrs. Fandango is incapacitated, it all falls on me to get up before the sun and take the dog out for her first walk, not to mention for her last walk of the night at around 10 pm. Every day for six more weeks.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I think I’ll go for a nap now.

SoCS — Baby On Board!

Linda G. Hill has given us an interesting challenge for this week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt. She’s asked us to open the closest printed matter to us and to use the first 2 to 5 words at the top of the page any way we’d like in our post.

I happened to be reading an article last week’s issue of The Week magazine at around the same time that Linda posted this prompt. The first five words of that article were, “A pregnant Texas woman is fighting….”

The story was about a woman named Brandy Bottone. She was driving down the 2 or more person HOV (high-occupancy vehicle) lane on The Central Expressway in Dallas on June 29 when she was stopped at a checkpoint to verify there were at least two passengers in the car.

When asked by the sheriff’s deputy where the other rider was, the pregnant Bottone pointed to her stomach. She said that she explained to the officer that Texas law now defines personhood as commencing at the moment of conception. Thus, by Texas law, her fetus now counts as a person in Texas.

The officer didn’t see it that way and issued Bottone a $215 ticket. Bottone said that he brushed her off when she mentioned that her pre-born baby is a living child, according to everything that’s going on with the overturning of Roe v. Wade. “So I don’t know why you’re not seeing that,” she told the officer. He said that her vehicle needs to have two people outside of her body.

Now she is taking the case to court. Her protest, Bottone said, is not either for or against abortion. If Texas law says a pre-born baby is a person, then the HOV rule should reflect that. Texas can’t have it both ways. “My blood is boiling,” she said.

I’m curious what you who are reading this post think about this. Please let me know in the comments.

FOWC with Fandango — Element


It’s July 23, 2022. Welcome to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). I will be posting each day’s word just after midnight Pacific Time (U.S.).

Today’s word is “element.”

Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.

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