Just Another Day

Shots are fired and I take cover behind a bunch of boxes. I won’t last much longer without back up. The gun shots intensify and I hit the one guy in the shoulder. He drops to floor and winces.

Finally, I hear the sirens. The squad comes charging in, ready as gunfire surrounds them.

My ears ring and my knees buckle from crouching.

The shooting continues, and I’m tired and can’t hunker much longer. Finally, it quiets and someone approaches. It’s the captain. He gently places a hand on my shoulder.

“It’s over now.”

Just another day on the force.

From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher