Photo and Fiction © Steve Lakey 2014

John “Jack” Daniels opened the door to the Taj Mahal restaurant and peered into the gloom. A bell tinkled, and a smartly dressed man appeared. Daniels quickly tried to straighten his own rumpled jacket before speaking.
“Morning Sir. Mister Kapoor?” The man seemed surprised by the question, but nodded.
“I’m Detective Inspector Daniels.”
“Thanks for coming so soon, Jack. I didn’t think this would be a job for C.I.D!”
“Er, we take this kind of thing very seriously, you know. And the office is just around the corner. You say a group of guys had a huge curry meal, drank gallons of beer, had bottles of wine, and then left without paying?”
“That’s right. The bill came to nearly £300.”
“£300? That sounds reasonable for all they had.”
“We’re good value for money! I can fetch the bill, if you need it for evidence?”
“No, there’s no need for that. Are you sure these men deliberately left without paying? It could have been that they’d had a bit too much to drink and each of them thought someone else had already paid. It happens you know!”
“All I know is, we’re £300 down!”

Daniels tried to give the impression that he was surveying the empty, dark restaurant with trained professional eyes. As well as he could, behind very, very dark shades.
“Did anyone recognise these men?”
“One of the waiters thought he’d seen them a few times before. Thought they might be local.”
“And what was their behaviour like? We’re they a bit too rowdy?”
“Oh, a little high-spirited, perhaps, but nothing we’re not used to.”
“So, if they were able to straighten this thing out, they’d be welcome back?”
“If it was a genuine mistake, of course!”

“Well, the lads at the station were talking about this. We felt bad that a respected member of the local community should be treated so shabbily. And we’ve done a quick collection for you. The boys are very generous you know.” Daniels produced a bulging brown envelope from inside his jacket and sheepishly handed it over.
“Funnily enough, we raised £300. A bit of a coincidence really!”
“Very kind, Inspector. I’m overwhelmed. It’s nice to know that our local Police take such a positive interest in us.”
“Well, it’s nice meeting you Mr Kapoor.”
“Shall we see you again, Jack?”
“I would imagine so. Next Friday? Table for four at nine o’clock, please.”

 

Photo and Fiction prompted by Pixel Prose Challenge, 7th September 2014, hosted by Amanda Lakey at www.UniqueArtChic.com.

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 Photos and Fiction © Steve Lakey 2014

I’ve never been a morning person – waking up has always been a struggle. So I thought it made sense to go for interviews for Night shift jobs. It didn’t really matter what, as long as there were no early starts.
And that’s how I found myself walking down a driveway in rural South Yorkshire, towards the entrance of Roy’s Exotic Animal Park.

Deidre, a disinterested bleached blonde at the ticket booth, stared at me for a while before removing her gum and sticking it on the desk. I showed her my letter. She didn’t bother to make further eye contact.
“Oh, you’re one of those here about the Night Work. You’re the third one we’ve had here this week. They never seem to last long. Roy, the Boss, said I made a mistake when I typed the letter. He said ‘night’ should have a ‘k’ at the start. Must be old English or something. Anyway, the suit of armour is over there. You can start straight away.”
I wasn’t expecting that! “No interview? I thought I’d be working with the animals on the night shift. Now you’re saying I’ve got to put armour on! I don’t think so!”
“Roy says he’ll pay you double-time if you’re still here at the end of the week!”
“Where do I get changed?” It seemed an offer to good to miss.

Twenty minutes later, I shuffled up to the ticket booth, in full knight gear, proudly holding my battle axe and shield. I’d already had my photo taken with several visitors. Double pay, eh? Not bad.

Deidre tapped on the window and pointed me down the path. “Follow it ’til you see the dragon. Even you can’t miss it!”
I slowly clanked away down the gravel track, waving at kids as I went.

I saw a semi-circle of families standing around in the wood. Everyone with cameras and phones at the ready. They cleared a path for me. The dragon, sitting on a wooden perch, had already started turning its head back and forth, with smoke coming out its nostrils. A pretty cool animatronic, I had to admit. I crashed the axe against my shield, and got a few half-hearted cheers. The Beastie’s eyes turned from yellow to red!

Then I started playing it up for the crowd. Beckoning the dragon on, doing a fair attempt – under the circumstances – at a moonwalk, and trash-talking to that cowardly creature. The cameras clicked merrily away.

But I ignored the golden rule. Never turn your back on a dragon, especially a live one! I was bowing to the crowd, when I heard a gasp, followed by a look of horror, before they all began to flee. I felt, rather than heard, the wings flapping behind me. Instinctively, I sank to my knees and put the shield above my head. The dragon landed on it with a thump. I could feel myself getting crushed under its weight.

It was then that the dragon whispered (yes, whispered) to me.
“Hi, my name’s Nigel. The Job Centre sent me yesterday. Apparently, if we last to the end of the week, we’re on double pay!”
“We’d better make it look good then!”

And we did. First he attacked, then I countered. The crowd slowly drifted back as we ‘fought’ around the wood until we could fight no more. I borrowed a camera and took a selfie of us both. Our audience went wild.

Me and Nigel kept our jobs all summer. As long as we pulled in the punters, Roy was happy. We stayed on double money.

Well, you know what they say, ‘It’s knight work if you can get it’!

 

The photos and fiction were prompted by the Pixel Prose Challenge, 31st August 2014, hosted by Amanda Lakey at www.UniqueArtChic.com. For more information, click the logo.

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