100 Word Stories – Police Blotter – Reunited
Below is, yet another, 100 word story based on an item from the police blotter of my hometown of Burlingame, CA. I hope you like it. If you’d like to see all the past 100 word police blotter stories, you can do so by visiting here:
https://blog.mrgrant.com/category/writing/police-blotter/
Now, on to today’s story. As always, the link to the actual blotter is below the story. Enjoy!
Reunited
by Grant Baciocco
Josh took a deep breath. “I’m sorry. I am sorry I ever left you. I, I just don’t know what I was thinking. I was foolish. I thought there’d be something better out there but there isn’t. There couldn’t be. There couldn’t be anything better than right now, right here surrounded by you. I can promise you, from the bottom of my heart, that I won’t leave again. I’ve even requested late check out just so we can stay lost in each other, here a little longer to just be together. I’m sorry and I’m so happy we are reunited.”
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Agents of the Vault – Part 22
Part 22 of The Agents of the Vault is here! Grisom and Charlie realize the hotel is on fire!
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Agents of the Vault
Part 22
By Grant Baciocco
Both Charlie and Grisom had heard something come crashing into the kindling dry lobby room below them. They both reached for their guns. Grisom winced as he drew his and then again he attempted to lift himself up off the edge of the bed.
“You should sit.” Charlie chided, helping Grisom steady himself.
“If Jane ends me today, I’ll be on my feet when she does.” He said through grit teeth.
Both Charlie and Grisom kept their guns trained at the door, expecting Jane and her Pinketons to come busting through at any second. They both held their breath, fingers on their triggers and it wasn’t until they exhaled that Charlie made the discovery.
“Smoke.” He said, looking down at the whips of black smoke coming up through the thin floorboards under them.
“She’s burning us out.” Grisom said, looking around.
“How are we getting the trunk out?” Charlie asked, looking towards it.
“We don’t.” Grisom replied, grabbing spare bullets out of his bag at a great deal of pain that he tried to ignore.
Charlie stood dumbfounded. “It’ll burn.”
“It won’t.” Grisom said, stuffing the bullets into his pockets. “The trunk has enchantments on it. No harm will come to it. It can’t be opened, it can’t be burned. Let’s just hope it the desk survives the fall when this building burns and it falls to the ground floor.”
“There’s no way out of here but down the steps and out the front door, if it ain’t blocked by fire yet.” Charlie said, gripping his pistol tight.
“Then that’s the way we go out, I’ll go out first, draw their fire, you follow behind, but we going out one way and one way only.”
“How’s that?”
“Guns blazing.”
Charlie nodded and helped Grisom towards the door. Thick smoke was wafting up the stairwell. As they got to the top of it, they could see the fire was to the right of the stairs and they had a clean shot to the door.
Charlie smiled, “Let’s hope the stairs hold out otherwise, we might fall into the fire.”
Grisom smirked, “I think the real fire is waiting for us out on the street. The flames downstairs might be the easy way out.” Grisom pulled the handkerchief tied around his neck up over his face. Charlie followed suit.
Charlie helped Grisom down a step at a time. Both tried not to choke on the smoke as it filled their lungs. Blinking their eyes to keep them clear. When they’d reached the bottom step, Grisom took his arm from around Charlie.
“Okay kid.” Grisom said, “Let’s do this. On three.”
Charlie nodded.
“One.”
Charlie gripped his pistols in either hand.
“Two”
The heat from the fire in the room behind them grew, about to propel them out into the street.
“Three!”
Grisom was out the door and into the street. Charlie crossed the threshold of the hotel as he heard the gunshots begin. Unsure if it was Grisom’s or Jane’s gun that was firing, he raised his guns and stepped out on to the porch of the hotel.
©2015 Grant Baciocco/Saturday Morning Media – www.SaturdayMorningMedia.com
RIP Pat McCormick
[UPDATE]
So, yeah. Apparently Pat McCormick didn’t die. He’s very much alive and kicking in his secluded home in the Pacific Northwest. Apparently, he sent word to his son, through his wife, that he had died in order to cut off communication with his son. Yeah.
The things I said below are all still true and, I don’t believe, can be erased. Of course, what went on in the family should remain in the family and I have no desire for any details, but this certainly does put a weird tint on someone who certainly influenced me.
I wanted to update this post because it gets a fair amount of traffic on this site, but I’m going to leave the original post up because, when I wrote it, I was speaking from the heart. I hope Pat McCormick lives a full and healthy life and whatever went on between members of the family get resolved.
[ORIGINAL]
Very saddened to read the news that Pat McCormick passed away in late October. Along with the rest of the kids growing up in the Bay Area during that time, I knew all the words to his daily ‘Charley & Humphrey’ bits on KTVU Channel 2.
“Glue, I need Glue”
“A Honeybee just landed on my back leg. Now, if we sit real still, he’ll fly away.”
“How about if I kick him off?”
“You get seasick when you get near the bathtub!”
“I apologize for poking you in the nose!”
Pat’s two handed, doing both voices, style was a major influence on my love of puppetry just as much as Jim Henson was. My Uncle Interloper shorts draw direct inspiration from Charley & Humphrey. In fact, I’d say I learned the fine art of doing a take to the camera from Charley’s exasperated takes when dealing with Humphrey.
It’s a shame that there’s only a handful of the Bits & Pieces stuff that survives online. I wrote to KTVU years ago asking for copies and they said most of it had been taped over. Such a shame. To their credit, they have uploaded some earlier Charley & Humphrey PSAs (that were a little before my time) to their YouTube, but of the classics: Coast Guard, Bees, Pussyfoot is a Bully to Humphrey and Borrowing Without Asking, only the last two remain (at least on YouTube).
This link contains a good (and last known) interview with Pat. Seems he was burnt out by the end and slipped into a well deserved retirement. I, for one, will continue to remember Charley Horse and Humphrey T. Hambone and will attempt to create in their style.
Thanks Pat.
Agents of the Vault – Part 21
Part 21 of The Agents of the Vault is here! After the initial firefight, Jane regroups and plots her next move.
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Agents of the Vault
Part 21
By Grant Baciocco
Brenner had made his move towards the buildings when the shooting had begun. He had seen Morgan, who was behind the hotel building, fall dead when the shooting had started and rushed to help Jane whom he found taking shelter behind the general store. Jane was horseless, having been thrown in the confusion of the gunfight with Grisom. Brenner rode up, dismounted and crossed to her.
“You okay?” Brenner asked.
“Fine.” Jane replied. “I got a shot into Grisom though.”
“Is he dead?”
“I wouldn’t bet money on it.” Jane replied.
“They got Morgan, he’s dead at the back of the hotel.” Brenner said.
Jane didn’t reply, her eyes focused on the hotel.
After a minute of silence, Brenner spoke, “Where are they now?”
“Holed up in the hotel.”
“What’s the plan?”
Jane was silent for a minute. “We need to flush them out. Let’s burn the hotel.”
“But isn’t the trunk in there? And the prairie fire?”
“Yes. Grissom won’t let either burn. He’ll get them both out of the hotel. We’ll just hope to snag the prairie fire as it tries to escape the building. But I’m tired of waiting, this ends now.” Jane began rooting in her bag for a box of matches. “I hope we’ll get both, but at this point I’ll settle for just the trunk and Grisom dead. We have the other prairie fire, perhaps we can use it to lure the other one out.”
Jane grabbed one of the dried out tumbleweeds that had collected against the side of the general store and struck a match. A small flame ignited and she pressed the matchstick against the tumbleweed which caught quickly and began to burn. “Cover me,” she told Brenner and began to move from behind the hotel to the street. Brenner followed closely behind. He peered around the corner of the store and aimed his revolver up at the windows on the second floor of the hotel. There was no movement.
Jane sprinted across the street, leaping over Leland’s dead body. The tumbleweed in her hands almost completely engulfed in flames. She tossed the burning bush in through the front door of the hotel and ran back across the street to where Brenner was watching for any movement.
“You think the building will catch?” Brenner asked when she had returned.
“That building is drier than the tumbleweed. It’ll catch.” She unholstered her pistols and cocked them both. “Cross back around to the other side of the general store so you have a view of the front and far side of the hotel. Just in case they come leaping out the window.”
Brenner nodded and moved out behind the building. Jane watched the door with her eyes squinted. Soon enough, thick, black smoke began to roll out the door an up into the sky.
©2015 Grant Baciocco/Saturday Morning Media – www.SaturdayMorningMedia.com