He crouched over her as she lay contorted on the pavement, one hand thumbing the send button on his mic, the other still holding his weapon.
“10-85 10-85! My partner’s shot! My partner’s shot! Hurry up central!”
The pool of blood beneath her spread like spilled coffee.
He couldn’t tell where the bullet had gone in, or if there had been more than one.
He holstered the gun and tried to unfasten her vest, but she began to cough a pink foam.
“You’re going to be all right, Jenny. We’ll get you fixed up.”
She stopped coughing.
He thumbed his mic. “Hurry!”
I vaguely remember watching the TV show when I was a kid, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen the 1948 film. Of course, there’s the one line from the show that I’ll never forget: “There are eight million stories in the naked city; this has been one of them.”
It is a sad time when these are truly happening more and more often. Police officers are walking around with targets on their backs…
This one squeezed my heart pretty hard. Our police are under attack, and this story rang way to close to real life.
Good, tense story-telling, Randy
It amazes me that these brave people are under attack. There would be a whole dreadful aftermath for everyone involved in this story and for what purpose? A tragedy indeed.
I hope Jenny makes it. It’s so sad that someone who goes out to work in the morning might not return…
Great story. Very tense.