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ds_flashfiction2003-09-15 10:52 am
byob-kenobi.livejournal.com) wrote in ds_flashfiction2003-09-15 10:52 am
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Keys
Short, not really sweet, and kind of experimental.
On my first day, they hand me a key to my new locker. I wonder if they gave me a new one, or if I have to take his old locker.
Stupid question. Of course I don’t get my own locker. Got another guy’s partner, another guy’s desk, right?
I walk downstairs to the locker room. It’s huge, way bigger than the one at my old precinct. I’m moving up in the world, man. Nothing wrong with that.
I get to the locker. 246B. Yep, sure as shit, L. Giardino has been crossed out and T. Dewey has been scrawled underneath. There’s barely any room. I gotta get another label or something.
As I’m putting my stuff away, I notice a guy walking towards me. Tall, black, late 30’s. “Detective Dewey?” he says. “You’re lookin’ at him.” I say. He throws me a set of keys. “Desk, file cabinet, evidence locker, fleet car.” He pauses. “I’m Jack Huey.” So that’s the guy. “Hey, my new partner!” I lean over and slap him on the back. He stares at me for a minute with big, sad eyes. “Yeah” he says, and walks away.
I add the locker keys to the ring he gave me. I forgot to ask him which desk we were at, but he didn’t seem in the mood to talk. Sometimes it sucks being the new guy.
On my first day, they hand me a key to my new locker. I wonder if they gave me a new one, or if I have to take his old locker.
Stupid question. Of course I don’t get my own locker. Got another guy’s partner, another guy’s desk, right?
I walk downstairs to the locker room. It’s huge, way bigger than the one at my old precinct. I’m moving up in the world, man. Nothing wrong with that.
I get to the locker. 246B. Yep, sure as shit, L. Giardino has been crossed out and T. Dewey has been scrawled underneath. There’s barely any room. I gotta get another label or something.
As I’m putting my stuff away, I notice a guy walking towards me. Tall, black, late 30’s. “Detective Dewey?” he says. “You’re lookin’ at him.” I say. He throws me a set of keys. “Desk, file cabinet, evidence locker, fleet car.” He pauses. “I’m Jack Huey.” So that’s the guy. “Hey, my new partner!” I lean over and slap him on the back. He stares at me for a minute with big, sad eyes. “Yeah” he says, and walks away.
I add the locker keys to the ring he gave me. I forgot to ask him which desk we were at, but he didn’t seem in the mood to talk. Sometimes it sucks being the new guy.
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