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Friday Five — Facing the Hoosegow


It’s Friday, so it must be time for The Friday Five writing prompt! Five different words each week to get the creative juices flowing. To visit the other participants, click here.
This week’s words are: rebel, bank, salon, project, net
I know y’all want me to #SaveFred, but geez, these words are challenging me lately. Let’s see what I can do. When we last left our heroine, she was being taken to the hoosegow… sort of. You can find that entry here.

Facing the Hoosegow

Mr. Beefcake opened the door to the office and gestured to the chair beside a metal desk. “I’ll get you a bottle of water.”
Carly, still feeling nauseated and more than a little worried, flopped into the chair. Her foray into rebellion hadn’t lasted long. What happened now? What would Fred’s fate be if she landed herself in jail? Who on earth would take in a rat as a pet? She picked at her chipped nail polish, idly thinking that her trips to the salon wouldn’t be happening any time soon either, between impending jail time and the close of her business.
She tipped her head back, defeated. The bank would take everything, including her sweet Land Cruiser. She’d been stupid to sign it over to the business, but using it as a deduction had sounded smart at the time. Petra had made it sound as if their business would never fail, and of course they didn’t need any kind of a financial safety net.
A single tear slipped from Carly’s eye.
“Hey.”
She lifted her head to find a bottle of water being wiggled in front of her face. “Thanks.” She twisted off the top and took a swig, swished it around in her mouth a second and swallowed.
Mr. Beefcake leaned against the desk and looked at her without speaking, and his even stare was unnerving.
Finally, he spoke. “What’s your name?”
“Carly. What’s yours?” She couldn’t keep thinking of him as Mr. Beefcake, because knowing her luck, the nickname would slip out at some point. And then she’d die of embarrassment, and where would Fred be then?
“Joel.” He spun the key for the Land Cruiser in small circles on his palm. “You want to tell me what you were doing out there? It’s obvious you aren’t some kind of career car thief.”
“Trying to save Fred. It’s not his fault Petra’s horrible and that our little project failed miserably.” Carly sighed. “And it’s not his fault she’s mad enough at me to have my truck towed out of spite.”
Joel leaned forward. “Who’s Fred? And, am I to understand he’s trapped in the Land Cruiser? I sure didn’t see anyone in it when I brought it here.”
You towed my truck?” Carly yelped. “This is all your fault, then. Yours and Petra’s.”
…to be continued…

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  1. I have a co-worker named Joel and he’s… not a beefcake. LOL! He’s smaller than I am, actually. Still enjoying this!

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