We were young and fresh and full of ourselves. Nothing could change the way we felt about each other or the way we felt about the world.
Nothing.
We did the things we weren’t supposed to do: drive hard and fast; go to parties; drink things we weren’t supposed to drink.
We were 18. It was a hot summer’s night. We only stopped for a minute. In a dark alley. Forgot to turn off the car’s lights. We got caught by the “just doing my job†officer.
Who was my cousin.
Who never told.
But we knew – we’d been busted!
BUSTED is the word for this week’s 100 Word Challenge by Velvet Verbosity. Unfortunately we cannot link up – I think her linky thingy was spammed out of existence. Nevertheless . . . the above is my entry.
And, I’ll never tell, either.
🙂