This will probably be my last post of 2019. But who knows what the future holds. Anyways, I managed to pump out a grand of words on and off for the last few days. A thousand words may not be much for others in a span of days, but it's good enough to make me happy. Below is a sample which should remain relatively unchanged in the final proof.
Do I need a spoiler alert for a story that no one has read yet?
To set the scene, the characters are remembering a fallen comrade...
To set the scene, the characters are remembering a fallen comrade...
Sunday
afternoon, Dave, Carol and all non-essential police personnel listened with reverence
at the police station and in their vehicles as dispatch called out on the
radio.
Her
voice held a hint of urgency, of expectation. “Detective Morel, come in.”
Silence.
Again,
this time with desperation, with hope against all odds that he would answer. “Detective
Leonard Morel, come in.” Someone near the door choked back a tear.
“She
does such a good job. I couldn’t do that.”
One
more time. Resignation. “Detective Leonard Morel. No response.” The dispatch operator
paused for a moment. “Let the log show Detective Leonard Morel, lost in service
to the citizens of Los Angeles. May god rest his soul.”
If that scene piques your interest, the entire story can be found here.
Unless I am going for anger and outrage, my stories will show a proper reverence for the fallen.
May your days be long and good upon the Earth.
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