The Winter Night 2
The patrolman pulled away slowly from the drive through
Black coffee hot, almost blistering his hand – but a comfort just the same
He couldn’t remember it ever being this blustery in November
Visibility was almost zero on the lonely street tonight
His foot slammed the brake – what was that?
A mangy mutt, his head down, scuttled out of the lane
Carefully he guided his cruiser into the alleyway
Half expecting to see her again, hoping not to
The faint pink of her jacket coated in white powdery snow popped into his lights
Foreign against the darkness and desolation of the abandoned building’s doorway
He pulled slowly to a stop in front of her
Going to the young girl he lifted her gently and carried her to his car
She was not that much older than his own daughter
Yet their lives were worlds apart
Just another Saturday night on patrol
If only he could go home…
Copyright © Madeleine Riha | Year Posted 2017
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