‘Inch by inch, the world fell apart.’ Empty Poems of the Sun – Hector Banlet
Today me and Mike were loading up the van with a few shrubs we’d cut down, when a man came rushing over all excited.
‘I don’t mean to be rude, but can I have them? I’m getting married on Saturday and they’d look great in the hall, they’re so beautiful!’
We tried to explain about greenfly and viburnum beetle, but he was too happy to listen and we were only going to throw them away, so of course we said yes. Mike tried to charge the guy a fiver, but I gave him a stern look. The groom-to-be kept thanking us, and we congratulated him (actually I said ‘Have a good wedding’ because I have no idea what the etiquette for weddings is).
Five minutes later he returned saying,
‘I’m so sorry, I have to give them back, my van is full of flies now!’
So our kind deed failed, and Mike didn’t even get his fiver.
This afternoon I went to check out the accident down my street, as promised. I had to walk up and down the road looking casual until everyone had gone, and then got a few photos.
Inspecting closer, I noticed there’s slight skid marks leading towards the smashed up fence. It looks as if someone skidded off the road and drove through the fence, then drove across the garden and out the wall a bit further on. Pausing only to smash out the back windows of two cars. But surely it would take a truck to drive through a wall? Was it a truck? The cars now have bin liners over the window.
Any ideas? I asked what people thought at work and got the following suggestions:
- A hate crime.
- A revenge attack.
- A police raid, where some kind of evidence/ drugs were thought to be in one of the cars.
- Somebody really drunk got confused where the road was, drove into the garden. They felt very guilty and wanted to write a note to say sorry, but they didn’t have a a pen, so they smashed the rear window of one car, looking for one, but no pen. Then they smashed the back window of the other car, but no pen. They were then so frustrated by the uselessness of the garden owner, that they drove out in a rage, not noticing that they had made a new path through the wall.