Here’s the trick – I start a story and you continue it in the comments, and then I take it further by replying to your comments, then you take the story further still. Here goes:
“Put those oranges down and step away from the vehicle, ma’am.”
Sheriff Hodge unclipped the holster, placed his hand firmly on the Glitter Gun and glared. Twenty years and too many doughnuts might well have spread a layer of fat over the muscular frame that had earned him appreciative glances and lascivious smiles in high-school, but his trigger finger was still lean and mean. His finger looked like it meant business.
The woman looked up and matched his glare with doe-like eyes that hardened suddenly as resolve took hold. She was holding the net of oranges between two fingers and as she moved the hand away from her side the net described a perfect arc. Then she cracked a smiled that never touched her eyes, opened her fingers and let go.
Two things happened in quick succession.
The first began like a rumble of distant thunder and a smell in the air that would normally have promised a storm. But this was not a normal day. Electricity cracked in the air and a patch of light, impossibly intense, formed just below the falling net of oranges.
Both woman and sheriff gasped, in way that would have been comical in a movie, before the second thing …