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The Trouble With Tigers
“Let me get this straight. You want me to dress up like a clown and help you steal a lion from Kuti, a Nigerian warlord?”
Out of sheer desperation, I called Jana. I knew she had a memorial service at a nearby church. Looking both ways, Grumpy and I dashed across the roadway.
“Hey girl. What’s up?”
“Have I ever told you how much our friendship means to me?”
There was a long pause before Jana asked, “Are the cops chasing you again?”
“Not yet, but I do have an itty-bitty problem,” I said.
“Oh shit! That means you have a category five.”
A Hispanic man driving a battered Mercury glanced over at me. His head whipped back around as he did a double take. Crash! He rear-ended a truck stopped for the red light.
I winced. That’s gotta hurt.
Jana demanded, “Is that a lion?”
“Yeah, but he’s really friendly.”
“Oh hell, no,” Jana cried.
“I had to rescue him. They were going to kill him,” I countered and noticed an old guy in a white Toyota gaping at me. “Look out mister!”
The Toyota veered across two lanes of traffic before slamming into a parked Honda. Smoke poured from the engine.
Jana inquired, “What’s going on Kandi? It sounds like you’re in the middle of a demolition derby.”
“Seriously, you wouldn’t think a demonic clown walking a lion down the street would freak everyone out.”
“Where are you?”
“I’m at the corner of Seventh Street and McDowell.” I watched the old guy bail out of his now burning car.
Red and blue lights flashed off the windows of the surrounding businesses.
I glanced over my shoulder.
A patrol car raced toward me.
“The police have arrived,” I told Jana.
“Meet me in the parking lot of the United Methodist church on Eighth Street.”
“Will do.” I disconnected and gasped as flames engulfed both the Toyota and the Honda. Kaboom! The cars exploded into a massive fireball. A burning tire sailed down the street and smashed into the patrol car’s windshield. The officer lost control, swerved wildly and struck a fire hydrant. A geyser of water shot high into the air.
A smoldering fender hit the pavement in front of us. Grumpy took off.
Only time will tell.
|Gail Koger, Author|