Out of Character
In
the locker room of the eleventh precinct, Officer Clyde Kowalski badge #D6593 hung his uniform at the end of a long twelve-hour shift. He was unconsciously
whistling a tune from his mothers favourite musical.
Tough cop indeed he thought and he smiled self-consciously at his fellow officers, none of whom looked the least bit cheerful.
Tough cop indeed he thought and he smiled self-consciously at his fellow officers, none of whom looked the least bit cheerful.
"Hey
Kowalski, what's with the Mary Poppins, you goin soft on us?"
"Nah!
It's Thursday night, and I gotta long-standing date."
"Well
I hope she is worthy of dat cheery dispo-zishun."
"Oh
she is Harv," he smiled again thinking of Martha Swan and her flower
arranging classes.
He could just turn up with a bunch of in-season blooms, some leaves, fern and a rock or tree bark and, with her help, create a beautiful arrangement for the local Hospice that had helped his mother through her final days.
He could just turn up with a bunch of in-season blooms, some leaves, fern and a rock or tree bark and, with her help, create a beautiful arrangement for the local Hospice that had helped his mother through her final days.
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