Poetry1

[Phillip]

Your welcom to make a contributution Observer

[kuhlenberg]

"So, how's your eggs," Verleen asked Sotak as she layed down the check, more to Cleo's side of the table.
Mopping up the warm, yellow yolk from his sunny sides with a lightly toasted piece of bread, Sotak looked over to Verleen's hand as it slid the yellow note across the red and white checkered table cloth. He noticed her nails were painted differently than he remembered from Friday. "Great. Thank you Verl." He thanked her as if she cooked the eggs herself and especially for him. Verleen sensed that his response was a little overboard, considering they were just eggs. As she walked back toward the kitchen, Verleen thought to herself, "what ever floats your boat."

As they walked back to the shop, Cleo noticed Jose' Viccaro's truck parked out front. She wondered what he was doing there on a Sunday morning. Sotak also noticed the truck, a cherry-red '57 Dodge pickup with high chrome baby moons, and bright yellow fuzzy dice hanging from the rear view mirror. On the tail gate reads in a flourish style of script "the Hose", a nickname Sotak gave Jose' shortly after Cleo hired him and brought him up from Tijuanna. The Hose always had a story or a joke for every occassion. Sotak's favorite Hose-ism is how you can always tell how big a guys dog might be by how high up on the back of the seat the brown stripe is, "from the dogs butthole rubbing there, you know?" Jose would explain.

As they got closer, Jose' stepped out from the opened garage door to greet them.
"What brings you in this morning?" asked Cleo, craning her neck a little so to see what "favor" he may be trying to do off the clock.
"Aw, I just wanted to get that tuck-and-roll job out of the way," he explained. "On Tuesday, I got a guy driving in from up-state to have me try to restore the finish to his leather seats. A Roll Royce, Baby!" Jose' said this while making a lewd twisting motion with his hips. He looked inquistively at Sotak and asked what he was doing there.
"I live upstairs, remember?"
"Yeah, but where's the "'Pala?" Jose' asked, still twisting.
Cleo halfheartedly joining Jose' in his dance said,"That's what we were just going to go upstairs and talk about."
Jose' stopped and looked at Sotak with angered surprise. Cleo could tell from that look that Jose' knew something. But, it didn't look like the information she wanted was going to come easy -- not from Sotak and not from Jose'.

[kuhlenberg]

Someone hop in...

From here, we can move to Sotaks place above the garage where he might get into the story through flash backs or in a straight-forward,
matter-of-fact fashion.
OR...
We can flash to Zero and Pauly arriving at their destination with Sotak's Impala. There is a man waiting for them, looking at his watch as they pull up. He is very interested in this car for some reason.

[Phillip]

Nobody could have imagined that emloyees at Channing's Insurance Company were such tuff customers and the employee of the month would be so miffed about having his car spot compromised by the yellow Chevy Impalla.

More then that, the disgruntled employee of the month for CIC hated the cars gawdy colour and overemphasised lines and prefered only prestigious cars to be parked outside his work. After all, it was this zealous attitude that gained him his much loved acclamaition.

Boris got out of his red Porche looking at the intruding vehicle, feeling sure it belonged to one of the new guys and shook his head in dissbelief. He jumped out of his car which he parked in an executives bay, and moved his hulking body to the Impala, grabed the bent arial and snapped it off. Boris has waited 30 years to be given the employee of the month award. Last month month was the first month he had managed to stay sober in his time there so he certainly wasn't going to take this offence on the chin.

[Phillip]

continued...

At this point, Boris noticed the pick up truck backing down the hill swerving across the road as it reversed toward the calssic Chevy. He only just missed Borris as the truck broke just a few meters away from the car and just missed the Porshe. By this time Boris was enraged. He didn't get the connection between the two perperators. He just saw red.

When Zero and Pauly got out of their truck and rushed to re-fix the vehicle, Boris grabbed the brocken arial and began to hit Zero with it as he tried to fix the chain. then when Zero started to swear at Boris he became doubly mad. He just hated French Canadians.

The fight was short lived as Boris was quickly overcome. The pick up truck soon left with the Impala attached. However, before they left, Boris managed to get the details of both the cars and he made his first priority of the day finding out who the owners were.

By 10 a.m. (and not before he drank half a bottle of Vodka) he had discovered that the pick up had been reported stolen and the Impala belonged to Peter Stotac, of no fixed address. He realised that he had witnessed a robery and went to the local police station where he was greeted by his friend Ras with whom he had a collaboration between himself the police and a towing company whereabouts they would pay each other for the extra busness and dodgy deals.

Before he left he reported the incident formerly and noted a look of shock on Ras's face as he read through Peter Stotic's file.

[kuhlenberg]

"Jeez, look at this guy's rap sheet. There must be 3 pounds of ink on these pages." Ras handed the files over to Boris. Boris looked quickly at Ras then back to the file.
"You sure? Cuz, if you don't mind, I don't mind," Boris said, already perusing the numerous reports.
Ras was sitting on the edge of his desk sort of balanced on one cheek as he kept a watchful eye out over the wall of his cubical. He lit a cigarette and blew the smoke at Boris.
"Bone head," Boris said, waiving the smoke away with his free hand, "You know my wife will kick my ass if she thinks I've been smoking again."
Ras leaned over a bit closer toward his target and blew a thick cloud of the toxic stuff into Boris' neatly-groomed toupee. Boris jerked away and dropped the file on the floor, spilling it's contents across the small office space and under the partition, into the next office over.
Ras instantly laughed at this and wedged his cigarette between two books on the shelf overhead. "You're so whipped."
"Screw you, Ras" replied Boris, bending over to gather the papers he could from his perch.
A voice called out, "Who brought their kids to the office?"
"Sorry Harvey." Ras dashed around the corner and picked up the loose sheets of paper. He noticed a small photograph paperclipped to one of the sheets. "Hello -- what have we here?"
Boris took the photo from Ras' hands. Looking at the old black and white Polaroid, he could only shake his head in disbelief at what his eyes were telling him.
"That son-of-a-b......"

[Ak-Murza]

Bravo,bravo!!! Now,if you find me "Neznakomka" in Cirillick,I'd be in yoir debt.