| General Fiction posted March 27, 2018 |
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The dangers of being a police officer
When The Past Comes A-Knocking
by Heather Knight
I always go for a run in the morning before work. (It's important to keep fit if you are a cop. More so if you are a woman.)
Then, I have a shower and eat a light breakfast.
Yesterday, I was tying my bathrobe when there was a knock at the door.
My gun was lying on the table and I hid it in my pocket before opening. In my line of work, you have to be cautious.
'What the heck are you doing here?' I asked the tall man standing opposite me.
'Surprised? I didn't feel like staying dead...'
100 Word Flash Fiction contest entry
I always go for a run in the morning before work. (It's important to keep fit if you are a cop. More so if you are a woman.)
Then, I have a shower and eat a light breakfast.
Yesterday, I was tying my bathrobe when there was a knock at the door.
My gun was lying on the table and I hid it in my pocket before opening. In my line of work, you have to be cautious.
'What the heck are you doing here?' I asked the tall man standing opposite me.
'Surprised? I didn't feel like staying dead...'
Then, I have a shower and eat a light breakfast.
Yesterday, I was tying my bathrobe when there was a knock at the door.
My gun was lying on the table and I hid it in my pocket before opening. In my line of work, you have to be cautious.
'What the heck are you doing here?' I asked the tall man standing opposite me.
'Surprised? I didn't feel like staying dead...'
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