January drabbles

[smallhobbit]

Psychic

“What are you thinking about, mon brave?” Nelson asked Sam, as he bought Gene his sixth pint of the evening.

“Nothing,” Sam lied.

“You’re wondering what you’re doing here and whether you made the right decision.”

“No, I’m not,” but his words weren’t convincing.

“It wouldn’t have worked, you know.  You’d changed too much.”

“I could have made a go of it.  It would just have taken a little more getting used to.”

Nelson didn’t look as if he believed him.  Sam picked up the drinks and went to rejoin Gene in their regular corner.

“Oh, and your Mum understands.”

 

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I had a dream

“I had a dream,” Sam began.

“If it involves me coming out of a musical box, then I don’t want to know,” Gene replied.  “Nor do I want to hear about little girls and clowns ...”

“No, nothing like that,” Sam interrupted.  “I had a dream that one day I would come into this office, and it would be tidy, there would be no fag ash on the desks, no mouldy sandwiches lurking in desk drawers and I didn’t have to spend half a day finding the file I needed.”

And I hated it, which is why I came back.

 

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Phyllis Makes a Mistake

Phyllis didn’t often make mistakes, but this time she seemed to have done so.  Ray Carling had phoned in sick, so Phyllis had left the toy clown, which had been found outside the police station, in his seat, as a temporary replacement.

The worst she had expected to happen to the clown was that DCI Hunt would stamp on it.  So why had DI Tyler screamed something about “this wasn’t even funny” and thrown it out of the window?  And why had the Guv pushed Tyler into his office, where he was now huddled in a chair practically in tears?

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Consequences

The sled looked harmless enough when Sam saw it propped up, abandoned, outside the door to his flat.  He decided to take it up the hill to try it out.  Just one go, no-one would ever know.

 

“We need to interview that witness again.  I’m taking Cartwright and will pick up Tyler on the way,” Gene shouted to Ray.

They reached the flat to discover no sign of the DI.  Gene stamped back outside and looked crossly up and down the street.

“Now where’s that blasted idiot Tyler got to?” he grumbled to Annie.

“Look out Sir!  He’s behind you!”