Weekly Challenge #903: Fine

Richard Tom Serendipidy Lizzie Scribbling Wren Norval Joe Planet Z The next topic is Overhead. RICHARD Fine There was no way I was paying the fine. I’d only popped into the store to grab some bread and milk, ten minutes, tops. Ten minutes – and I still got a ticket! Where else was I supposed to park? I decided to fight it on principal. I reckoned it was worth a shot. That was until I got the legal bills and had to lose two whole day’s wages for court dates, plus the cost of fuel and parking just to attend. Nearly a grand and a half it cost me! But, at least they let me off the fine! TOM Do-lang-do-lang-do-lang It was the gold age of rhyme and blues. A refined sound that spilled out of the Black Community and cross over into mainstream American pop music. Ten million transistor radios tuned to what arguable could be called, not parent’s music. Downtown music. Not only was the sound uptown so was the presentation of the group that sang those upbeat love songs. Groups like the Chiffons dressed to the nines elegantly crooning Do-lang-do-lang-do-lang. He’s so Fine is a long way from swing low. So fine, I haven’t heard the term used in years. Guess you would say He’s so Non-binary. SERENDIPIDY I’m fine, really, no matter what the shrinks might say, and despite all the expert opinions. I’m taking it all in my stride; as far as I’m concerned, it’s no big deal, even though I know it should be. People think it’s some sort of ‘survivor syndrome’ – not the one where you feel guilty about surviving, when none of the others lived, or the weird one where you feel invincible, almost immortal. But it’s not. The truth is far simpler. I managed to survive, not because the killer spared me, or missed me. I survived because I was the killer! LIZZIE “No trains?”<br /> The man sitting outside the station shrugged.<br /> “Fine.”<br /> 10am. What now?<br /> She could walk, but her feet were killing her after 2 hours, walking from the nearest village.<br /> A cab perhaps? Did they even have cabs here, in the middle of nowhere?<br /> She could wait. What if there were no trains?<br /> Then, she saw the policeman.<br /> “No trains?”<br /> He shrugged.<br /> “Fine!”<br /> Rude people.<br /> “Lady, I saw you crossing the road over here.”<br /> “So?”<br /> “The zebra crossing is over there.”<br /> “So? There are no cars.”<br /> “Well, here.”<br /> “What’s this?”<br /> “A fine, of course. You do love fines, don’t you?” SCRIBBLING WREN John The first thing I notice in the room next to him is Chrysanthemums. I didn’t want flowers but forgot to say. It’s hard to think of everything. Maybe someone asked me. Maybe I’m on autopilot just nodding and telling everyone I’m fine. I’m tired of having ‘sorry for your loss’ thrown at me, then that awkward bit where we stand in silence. I leave half way through his funeral. Those fucking Chrysanthemums. I feel like I can smell them from outside. I’ve had enough. I don’t want to be alone but I need to be by myself for a bit. NORVAL JOE The roiling black thunderhead rushed toward them, bolts of lightning striking tall pine trees as it approached.<br /> One of the teenagers shouted to the driver of the van, “What do we do, Clarence?”<br /> From behind the steering wheel, he waved them toward the van. “Get inside.”<br /> As the wind roared toward them, they left Billbert and his friends and jumpe