Tempting the Light: Legends and Myths Police Squad (L.A.M.P.S. Book 1) by Bonnie Gill Page A
Authors: Bonnie Gill
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it to the kitchen. She fed Kazoo some dog food, took him outside to take care of business, then picked him up and together they set off to work.
She walked in the pet store. “I hope you don’t mind that I brought Kazoo,” Abby asked.
Pepper positioned herself behind the counter and gave air-smooches to Kazoo. “Not at all. I’ll watch him when you get your things and go look for the genie.”
She reluctantly handed over the dog, got in her car, and headed out of town. The morning flew by and before she knew it she was standing in the apartment she had shared with Burt.
Relieved that her old key still worked, Abby wasted no time and gathered her clothes out of her old closet then shoved them into a suitcase. Weird. I thought I’d feel sad about leaving Burt. In fact, all she felt was relief. She no longer had to wait up at night wondering when he would come home. She no longer had to put up with his sneezing and wheezing all night long. She no longer had to help him shave the hair on his back.
This new chapter in her life loomed large, and once she found a way to remove this blasted curse, she would be able to make a new life for herself and Kazoo.
She drew in one last breath of thick, stagnant air laced with Vicks VapoRub, picked up her suitcases, and walked out.
The door clicked behind her.
She exhaled, held her head up high, and a grin spread across her face in the sunlight.
It’s good to be free.
Abby popped the trunk, crammed her suitcases inside, slid into the driver’s seat, and put the car in reverse.
Burt’s yellow VW Beetle pulled up beside her. She ignored the mime-cheating slime ball, kept going, and locked her eyes on the rearview mirror. After putting the car into drive, she flipped him off with her middle finger, and slammed her foot on the accelerator.
The Expo center marquee lit up displaying: “Entertainment Expo Today.” Good. She shouldn’t have any trouble getting inside the building. She parked her car down the street and strode inside the doors on a genie hunt.
People were packed inside the arena, leaving little room inside the door to get to the ticket booth. The bathroom doors, close to the entrance beckoned her.
Abby rushed inside the restroom. She pulled out a folded wad of dollar bills from her purse. She fed the first dollar into the machine, but it spit the crumbled bill back out at her. Smoothing the bill, she tried again. Same result. She slammed her fist against the dispenser, and let her frustration loose. “Defective obnoxious machine.” She tried again and finally the evil machine sucked her dollar bills in. Tampon packages belched out of their slots and fell to the drawer below. Abby opened each blue and white box desperate for the evil green genie to appear and take pity on her.
No genie.
She grasped for the next box and seized the tampons, flinging them onto the floor.
Nothing.
Her heart felt empty, like someone scraped it out with a spoon.
The next box she opened, the same thing. Box after box. No genie. She fisted her hands by her sides, refusing give up.
Another dollar.
Another box.
No genie.
The floor looked like a game of pickup sticks gone wonky.
Abby’s teeth clenched so hard her jaw ticked. She paid dearly with money she couldn’t spare for every single box of tampons in that stupid machine.
No! It can’t be.
Somehow, she had to find him. Rage and frustration consumed her soul. She kicked the hateful machine. She kicked it again. The impact bruised her foot but she continued to kick and kick until the Plexiglas busted open, shattering in splinters all around her. She pulled out the boxes of condoms and packets of pain reliever, and tearing each one open until she’d flung all the packages contents in the air.
No genie.
She thrust her back against the wall, the defeat of her failed expedition tempting tears in her eyes and slowly slid down to the floor, tampons, condoms, and pain relievers all piled up around her.
This is not
She walked in the pet store. “I hope you don’t mind that I brought Kazoo,” Abby asked.
Pepper positioned herself behind the counter and gave air-smooches to Kazoo. “Not at all. I’ll watch him when you get your things and go look for the genie.”
She reluctantly handed over the dog, got in her car, and headed out of town. The morning flew by and before she knew it she was standing in the apartment she had shared with Burt.
Relieved that her old key still worked, Abby wasted no time and gathered her clothes out of her old closet then shoved them into a suitcase. Weird. I thought I’d feel sad about leaving Burt. In fact, all she felt was relief. She no longer had to wait up at night wondering when he would come home. She no longer had to put up with his sneezing and wheezing all night long. She no longer had to help him shave the hair on his back.
This new chapter in her life loomed large, and once she found a way to remove this blasted curse, she would be able to make a new life for herself and Kazoo.
She drew in one last breath of thick, stagnant air laced with Vicks VapoRub, picked up her suitcases, and walked out.
The door clicked behind her.
She exhaled, held her head up high, and a grin spread across her face in the sunlight.
It’s good to be free.
Abby popped the trunk, crammed her suitcases inside, slid into the driver’s seat, and put the car in reverse.
Burt’s yellow VW Beetle pulled up beside her. She ignored the mime-cheating slime ball, kept going, and locked her eyes on the rearview mirror. After putting the car into drive, she flipped him off with her middle finger, and slammed her foot on the accelerator.
The Expo center marquee lit up displaying: “Entertainment Expo Today.” Good. She shouldn’t have any trouble getting inside the building. She parked her car down the street and strode inside the doors on a genie hunt.
People were packed inside the arena, leaving little room inside the door to get to the ticket booth. The bathroom doors, close to the entrance beckoned her.
Abby rushed inside the restroom. She pulled out a folded wad of dollar bills from her purse. She fed the first dollar into the machine, but it spit the crumbled bill back out at her. Smoothing the bill, she tried again. Same result. She slammed her fist against the dispenser, and let her frustration loose. “Defective obnoxious machine.” She tried again and finally the evil machine sucked her dollar bills in. Tampon packages belched out of their slots and fell to the drawer below. Abby opened each blue and white box desperate for the evil green genie to appear and take pity on her.
No genie.
She grasped for the next box and seized the tampons, flinging them onto the floor.
Nothing.
Her heart felt empty, like someone scraped it out with a spoon.
The next box she opened, the same thing. Box after box. No genie. She fisted her hands by her sides, refusing give up.
Another dollar.
Another box.
No genie.
The floor looked like a game of pickup sticks gone wonky.
Abby’s teeth clenched so hard her jaw ticked. She paid dearly with money she couldn’t spare for every single box of tampons in that stupid machine.
No! It can’t be.
Somehow, she had to find him. Rage and frustration consumed her soul. She kicked the hateful machine. She kicked it again. The impact bruised her foot but she continued to kick and kick until the Plexiglas busted open, shattering in splinters all around her. She pulled out the boxes of condoms and packets of pain reliever, and tearing each one open until she’d flung all the packages contents in the air.
No genie.
She thrust her back against the wall, the defeat of her failed expedition tempting tears in her eyes and slowly slid down to the floor, tampons, condoms, and pain relievers all piled up around her.
This is not
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