The Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
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Photo copyright C.E. Ayr
Car 54, Where Are You?
Muldoon leaned against the backside of the building. Nothing ever happened when he was on a stake out. Taking the squad car keys out of his pocket, he tossed them from hand to hand. He added his badge and his wallet, congratulating himself on his amateur juggling skills as he kept the three objects from dropping.
Gunshots! Muldoon crouched, reaching for his gun. His badge and wallet landed flat on the grate. The keys, however, folded in on themselves, slipping through the bars. He froze as he heard the splash below.
“Car 54!” the police radio crackled. “Where are you?”
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Car 54, Where Are You? was a TV sitcom (1961-1963).
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It's a long story ... 
So that’s why they were never available. Cute. 😆
Yep, it’s always something . . .
I’ll bet they’ve a spare set back at headquarters.
Good piece.
Keys have a habit of jumping out your hand don’t they? No? Must just be me and the cop then!
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Keys get cranky when you don’t pay attention to them when they are in the middle of the air and don’t consider gunshots a valid excuse.
I’ve lost my keys many times, but never down a drain. What a fun piece.
That was great.
Now about that hold-up in the Bronx and Brooklyn’s broken out in fights, and that traffic jam in Harlem that’s backed up to Jackson Heights – and the scout troop that short a child and then Krushchev’s due in Idlewild….
😉 Randy OOh OOh
A stroll down early sitcom memory lane . . .
Love it. And WV, thanks for the reminder of the lyrics, that took me back.
I have this unnatural fear of losing my keys down the elevator shaft every time I get on an elevator even though the keys are always secure in my purse. I bet there’s a name for that phobia. Good story.
(nope, just looked it up, no such phobia)
Tracey
Dear Tresha,
Oo. Oo. I can just seen the look on Officer Muldoon’s face. Cute.
Shalom,
Rochelle
One of my favorite shows as a kid!