Sue’s latest prompt for #writephoto is this
PC Norman Pottinger parked his Panda car by the bridge over Jefferson’s Piddle and climbed out. How did that happen? One minute he’s humming a piano piece by Dvořák, the next a hayrick in Jefferson’s Parcel bursts into flames like a crazy firework.
Norman took of his cap and scratched at the thin threads of hair on his scalp. This was a third burning stack in as many weeks. It was getting beyond a joke, and a coincidence. He called it in and waited.
‘What you going to do then, Norm?’ Peter Jefferson appeared as if from nowhere. To Norman he seemed startled. ‘That’s the second of my ricks targeted. We all know who’s doing it. Peterson. He’s out to ruin me.’
‘I know your families don’t get on but where’s the evidence, Peter?’
Peter shrugged. ‘If you don’t stop it, it’ll get worse. He’ll have a go at something really valuable.’ He turned away. Norman watched him go; he was an arrogant bully at school, the son of the largest farming family locally and not much had changed.
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