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July 28, 2018
Mystery Stories Roger Ley

The Wheel Fiddle

The melody drifted across the garden as she was picking fruit to make a summer pudding. She put down her basket, wiped the sweat from her forehead and walked around to the front of the cottage. The man stood waiting at her garden gate, he raised his cap. He…
July 28, 2018
Flash Fiction Rekha Viswanathan

Pills and Capsules

I wake up to a crisp, clear and sunny morning. The fresh coffee smell beside my bed tempts me. One long sip of the coffee and my senses kick in! I have a long day ahead. At least that's what the papers at the foot of my bed say. Glancing at the paper I see…
July 28, 2018
Crime Stories Stephen A Murray

Russia,Russia,Russia.

There existed in Russia a small group of intelligence operatives left over from the KGB. They are known as Sputniks. From Wikipedia: "Sputnik was the first artificial Earth satellite. The Soviet Union launched it into an elliptical low Earth orbit on October…
July 28, 2018
General Stories Paul Anobile

A Portrait of Slam Bang City

I was hired to paint the portrait of a billionaire who founded a small city twenty years ago in a ghost town he purchased in Arizona. Danny O’Keefe, professional wrestling promoter and executive, convinced a number of investors to build a fourteen-thousand…
July 28, 2018
Science Fiction Stories Majoki

The Deadest Generation

Sergeant Taylor always checked us thoroughly before sending us in: regulation uniform, backpacks, anti-ballistic helmets, Kevlar vests, and, of course, your gun. You couldn’t go anywhere in this place and be safe without your gun. Sergeant Taylor was strict…
July 28, 2018
General Stories J.B.Stevens

Dead Camel

The improvised explosive popped off to the convoy’s left. The armored black Suburban Neil drove muffled the sound to a dull thud. The blast seemed smaller than normal. “Anyone hurt?” the medic, Luiz, called across the radio. The team members, in four matching…
July 28, 2018
Romance Stories Jerry Hogan

He'll Ask Me To Dance Again

Jay I’m Jay, and I have never been to the My Time Dance Studio before tonight. As I entered, the interior projected a garish 1930s Art Deco motif. Greenish, glow-in-the-dark, semilucent plastic tubing wrapped around the hand railings separating one sitting…
July 28, 2018
General Stories Jim Bartlett

The Comebacker

Cornstalk stretches forward, the look almost as if he’s about to fall headfirst off the mound, saved only by the slapping of his left hand to his knee. He locks eyes with his catcher, then lets his gaze wander down just below his glove for the sign. Uncle…
July 28, 2018
Crime Stories Susan C. Nigra

Never Kill The Author

Oh My God! What’s happening? This has never happened before. I am cornered, trapped, boxed in with no safe way out. There has always been a way out before, miraculous last minute saves. I think back to how I got here and I remember I was assigned this case as…
July 28, 2018
Crime Stories Thomas Schmidt

The Streets of Camden

Saturday night was cold and wet. Mike Joseph walked cautiously down Norris Street on his way to the Whitman Park Field, a large green space inside the depressed neighborhood. Propositioned twice by street walkers, he kept moving while shifting his head from…
July 13, 2018
Mystery Stories Rekha Viswanathan

The Enchanted Woods

The boys are on a trip. A trip into the woods. Accompanied by their family they trudge along a narrow path, a route that had obviously been traced by human footsteps, a trail that had been trodden many a time. They walk cautiously, startled by the snap of a…
July 13, 2018
Flash Fiction Carl Perrin

What Could go Wrong

If you plan every detail carefully, nothing can go wrong. I believed that when I was a teenager. Like the time Billy Long and I decided to make our own beer. Once in a while we used to steal a couple of Billy’s father’s beers, but we were always afraid we…

 

 

The radio was quiet and we had just gotten our pizza and were slowly driving toward Madison Square Park to observe lovely women walking to the subway on their way home. The clean and refreshing breeze made the leaves on the trees rustle along with the hum of the city on this fine September day. The late setting sun filtered through the tall buildings and trees casting long shadows and turning the cityscape and those on its streets into a Johannes Vermeer landscape.

It’s a beautiful autumn afternoon in 1982 New York City and I’m loving it!

As the afternoon shadows slipped into the moonlit darkness of the evening, things were quite slow in the 13th Pct. We had a few jobs ranging from a 10-52 (family dispute) which we resolved with a warning to “knock it off and be nice to each other”, along with the mandatory Domestic Violence Report. A 10-10  (man with a gun) in the welfare hotel on East 28th Street which thankfully was 10-90X (unfounded), and an old time bar fight in the anachronistic Irish leftover bar down on East 14th Street. An old time Irisher got his false teeth knocked out during a fight and we found them in the sawdust on the floor. We made the two rummies involved shake hands and sent them on their inebriated way,10-90U (unnecessary). There were other mundane radio runs, but on the whole, it was a good night to be a cop in the greatest city in the world.

The quiet of the radio was broken when Central called: “13 Edward” (that’s us)...“respond to 203 East 22 Street on a noise complaint, Apartment 6D.” That would be an easy radio run to end the tour, so we headed over there.

When we got off the elevator, the door was slightly ajar in apartment 6D as the muffled music filled the hallway. Immediately as we entered, the odor of gas filled our lungs. Jimmy opened the windows of the studio apartment to let in some fresh air. I then noticed there was a young woman unconscious on the couch. I went to revive her and Jimmy killed the gas from the stove and oven. An obvious suicide attempt. We notified Central to dispatch EMS. She was removed to the hospital within minutes.

We then responded to the Emergency Room to get the required follow up information. In a hushed tone the head nurse told us the girl from 6D is a nurse who works in this Catholic hospital. She then said to us “we take care of our own, this was not a suicide attempt...OK?”

Without another word between us it was understood the paperwork would reflect a noise complaint and a sick individual who was removed to the hospital with a severe case of food poisoning.

In this job, you do what you got to do, you know: protect and serve.

 

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The author is a retired NYPD officer and finds the fictitious  characters in his stories more interesting than those he met on patrol in Manhattan and Brooklyn during the latter part of the last century.

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