GENRE: Black Comedy
I roll down the window of my 4 x 4. “What can I do for you, officer?”
The cop holds out his hand. “Your driving licence, sir.”
“Dr Victor …Crankenstein?” He narrows his eyes and compares me with my mug shot.
A second cop examines the trailer. She calls out, “No number plate and cargo inadequately secured.”
“What’y call that contraption?” asks the first cop.
“A cyborg car.”
“Looks like a heap of junk to me.”
A minute later I drive off down the road, not a cop in sight and my cyborg car with a smirk on its grille.
Friday Fictioneers: 100 word stories
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