Forever Is Over by Calvin Wade

hand.
    “ Underage drinking ” , replied the policeman, “ it ’ s an epidemic round here, it really is! ”
    Kelly continued to look like she wanted to knock the policeman ’ s hat off, stuff it with Tiswas foam pies, then plant it forcefully back on his head and twist it.
    “ This is a joke! ” Kelly ranted.
    “ An absolute joke! ”
    “ Not to me, young lady. Not to me! ” replied the not so jolly blue giant.
    As the sole member of the jury, I had already found her guilty. A smoking gun in the form of a can of cider was in her right hand. The irony of me standing there, between Kelly and “ Dibble on stilts ” , judging her, when I was guilty of an identical crime, somehow escaped me.
    “ Kelly, you ’ ve got a can of cider in your hand! Who does that belong to then, the invisible man? ”
    I ’ m not quick witted when I ’ m sober, I couldn ’ t really expect to be when I was half drunk.
    “ It was just on the floor! I do my bit to “ Keep Britain Tidy ” and end up in Bizzy bother! ”
    Had Kelly gone mental? Using Scouse slang to describe a policeman
    was pretty normal in Ormskirk, but not in front of them! I was half expecting her to start oinking. Kelly was not endearing herself to Lou Ferringo in uniform and this set him off with a lecture that “ Tut ” would have been proud of.
    “ Young lady, spare me your phony stories. The fact of the matter is, you were drinking it as I drove past. It is my role to keep the streets of Ormskirk free from crime and you were committing a crime, so if you would kindly like to step into my car, we can discuss this down at the station ” .
    “ Whoa there! Hang on a minute! ”
    This was bad! This was very bad! A trip to the station would kill my party plans once and for all. I ’ d come too far for that.
                  “ Listen, before you take her down to the station, can I just talk to her? Maybe if I could get her to apologise, would that make things better? ”
    I looked up at him hoping for sight of an ounce of human decency. I didn ’ t see it.
    “ Would a murderer be let off with a murder if he said “ sorry ” or a rapist or a thief ? Of course not! A crime is a crime. And who are you, by the way? ”
    “ I ’ m her sister. ”
    “ And how old are you, Herr Sister? ”
    He was saying it as though I was German. I lied. No point me joining Kelly in the cell.
    “ Nineteen ” .
    “ As a responsible adult then, should you not have been looking after this one? ”
    He was starting to annoy me now too.
    “ I spend my life looking after her. ”
    “ Perhaps you should start doing a better job ” .
    “ It ’ s not my fault she ’ s drunk! ”
    Kelly protested,
    “ Jemma! I AM NOT DRUNK! Even nipple head isn ’ t saying I ’ m drunk! You ’ re making this worse! ”
    “ I am not! ”
    “ Yes, YOU ARE! ”
    The policeman sighed. He turned his hand over so his palm was collecting rain, then used it to gesture at me and then at Kelly.
    “ Older sister. Younger sister. Both arguing. Both not wearing much.
    Both smelling of a lcohol. Both probably under age . In my eyes, not a good example! I have no choice in the matter, we all need to go to …”
                  I was ready to flip. I was all set to push him over and shout “ RUN! ” I could mentally picture Martin screeching up the road pursued by a gigantic copper waving his truncheon, then it happened, the god of disastrous sex must have looked down at me and decided he had his own plans for me, that it was time to intervene. The police car of our favourite law enforcer was parked up on the opposite side of the road to Martin ’ s Escort, Ormskirk facing. Despite the rain, the window of the passenger side door was open and all of a sudden the control desk came calling. “ Blue Ferringo ” stopped mid-sentence, ran over to his car and stuck his head through the window. We couldn ’ t hear a word that was said to him, but he muttered an extended version of