Archibald is looking for some action. “Try the park,” suggests the cabbie.
Walking past the first few bushes and trees, he feels a hint of relief from the heat and the fumes characteristic of a big city at dusk. He pauses to let his eyes acclimate to the dimmer light of the park and watches as a rather inappropriately clad, attractive but excessively gaudy in her cosmetic application, in high heeled sandals, short shorts, wide belt, loose blouse and multiple bracelets. She is strolling back and forth under a park lamp, pauses to light a cigarette, and slowly blows the smoke in his direction through pursed lips.
Archibald feels he has hit pay dirt. He walks up to her and says, “I’m looking for some action tonight. Do you know where I can find someone like you for a few hours?”
“I don’t know you,” she answers, looking him up and down.
“I’ll pay you,” Archibald offers, admiring the cleavage. “What do you charge for some creative sex?”
“Come on in, Charlie,” she says into her handy Dick Tracy two-way wrist radio.” “I’ll hold him here until you nab him.”
This week’s writing challenge: write a comedy about a park, a policeman and a pretty girl .