This was written for Franks Downey's forum Halloween Festival.

Accident

No, officer, I wasn't drunk. I know I hit a phone pole. Believe me, I know, I was there up close and personal. But I didn't drink a drop. Or smoke or snort or anything illegal.

Now, don't go and tell me I should be dressed. This is Halloween, and I chose to go as Lady Godiva, so what? Actually, I do it every year. Gives everybody a thrill, y'know.

What happened? Well, it's the broom. I bought it last week from the second-hand broom salesman right here in town. I gave it a test flight before I bought it, flew just fine and smooth. So tonight, I decided I'd moon the townspeople. I know the moon won't be full before another week or so, but I thought it would be, y'know, tantalizing.

Anyway, I was on my way to the Samhain sabbath. Then the blasted broom started to vibrate. No, don't tell me I should ride amazon, that's just plain dangerous. Bat an eye, or eye a bat, and you lose balance. So the broom started to vibrate---no, I could still control it. But after a while, it's me I couldn't control. Whooee, the salesman was right when he said I'd have a lot of pleasure riding this honey.

I felt sooo good, and I started experimenting with twists and turns and loopings and stuff. Didn't watch where I was flying. And Bang, meet Mr Phonepole. That's it, officer. So, where's my broom, I didn't total it, did I? Oh. Yeah, it was insured, but somehow, I don't think I'll find one as nice as that. Say, officer, you on duty all night? A broomstick's nice, but a real live billyclub would be even nicer...