Shoe challenge
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ds_flashfictionI'm kind of cheating on this one; this is an excerpt from the Dreaded WIP. Unfortunately, it's my least favorite part. Ah, well.
Fraser was sitting at his desk, staring at a stack of immigration applications when the phone rang. “Corporal, Sir, it seems to be urgent. The gentleman was most insistent to speak with you. He used…profanity, sir.”
Fraser physically restrained himself from rolling his eyes. “All right Turnbull, put him through.”
“Jesus Christ, was he dropped on his head as a baby or what?”
“Ray, you should be used to Turnbull’s, ah, manner by now. Is there something I can do for you?”
“Yeah, Welsh wants you down at the station. You got some time?”
Fraser already had his hat and coat on. “I’ll be right down, Ray.”
He wheeled around toward the door, and immediately crashed into Ray Vecchio. “Ray, I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you there.”
“That’s all right Benny, Turnbull let me in. What, was he dropped on his head or something?” Ray waved his hand, in a gesture that seemed to indicate that it had been a rhetorical question. “Anyways, Benny, I wanted to be the first to tell you.”
“Tell me what, Ray?”
“I’m getting married and moving to Florida.”
Fraser was surprised, but not shocked. Ray and Stella had become very close, and he knew that Ray had not been completely focused on his job since returning from Las Vegas. But… “Florida? If I may ask, what’s in Florida?”
Ray grinned. “I’m opening a nightclub. We’re going to call it The Bowling Alley. The hottest acts, the hottest people, and the hottest clothes.” He threw his arm around Fraser. “Can you picture it? Me and Stella, dancing the night away. We might even have a thing where people rent these crazy shoes.”
“Renting shoes? That sounds rather unsanitary.”
“Benny, don’t play dumb with me. I took you bowling before, and you already gave me your little ‘Germs flourish in dark, sweaty places’ speech.” Ray winked at him.
Fraser smiled. He had missed Ray dreadfully when he was undercover, and he had not spent nearly enough time with him since his return. However, Ray seemed truly in love with Stella, and he had been increasingly frustrated with his police work. Fraser wished him whatever happiness he might find- God knows it was in short supply.
“So Benny, you going to come visit me in the wilds of Miami or what?”
“Certainly, Ray. I will miss you.” He paused. “You were my first and dearest friend in Chicago, and you will always be like a brother to me.”
Ray embraced him. “Aww, Benny. You’re a sap, you know that?” But there were tears in his eyes, and he patted him roughly on the back. As he pulled away, he said, “You tell Kowalski I’ll take care of her.”
Ray left, and Fraser stepped out into the hot sun, suffocating once more. He motioned for Diefenbaker, and mentally re-created his every experience with frostbite on the walk to the police station.
Fraser was sitting at his desk, staring at a stack of immigration applications when the phone rang. “Corporal, Sir, it seems to be urgent. The gentleman was most insistent to speak with you. He used…profanity, sir.”
Fraser physically restrained himself from rolling his eyes. “All right Turnbull, put him through.”
“Jesus Christ, was he dropped on his head as a baby or what?”
“Ray, you should be used to Turnbull’s, ah, manner by now. Is there something I can do for you?”
“Yeah, Welsh wants you down at the station. You got some time?”
Fraser already had his hat and coat on. “I’ll be right down, Ray.”
He wheeled around toward the door, and immediately crashed into Ray Vecchio. “Ray, I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you there.”
“That’s all right Benny, Turnbull let me in. What, was he dropped on his head or something?” Ray waved his hand, in a gesture that seemed to indicate that it had been a rhetorical question. “Anyways, Benny, I wanted to be the first to tell you.”
“Tell me what, Ray?”
“I’m getting married and moving to Florida.”
Fraser was surprised, but not shocked. Ray and Stella had become very close, and he knew that Ray had not been completely focused on his job since returning from Las Vegas. But… “Florida? If I may ask, what’s in Florida?”
Ray grinned. “I’m opening a nightclub. We’re going to call it The Bowling Alley. The hottest acts, the hottest people, and the hottest clothes.” He threw his arm around Fraser. “Can you picture it? Me and Stella, dancing the night away. We might even have a thing where people rent these crazy shoes.”
“Renting shoes? That sounds rather unsanitary.”
“Benny, don’t play dumb with me. I took you bowling before, and you already gave me your little ‘Germs flourish in dark, sweaty places’ speech.” Ray winked at him.
Fraser smiled. He had missed Ray dreadfully when he was undercover, and he had not spent nearly enough time with him since his return. However, Ray seemed truly in love with Stella, and he had been increasingly frustrated with his police work. Fraser wished him whatever happiness he might find- God knows it was in short supply.
“So Benny, you going to come visit me in the wilds of Miami or what?”
“Certainly, Ray. I will miss you.” He paused. “You were my first and dearest friend in Chicago, and you will always be like a brother to me.”
Ray embraced him. “Aww, Benny. You’re a sap, you know that?” But there were tears in his eyes, and he patted him roughly on the back. As he pulled away, he said, “You tell Kowalski I’ll take care of her.”
Ray left, and Fraser stepped out into the hot sun, suffocating once more. He motioned for Diefenbaker, and mentally re-created his every experience with frostbite on the walk to the police station.
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