Category Archives: The Policeman

Divided

The policeman quickly began to wonder whether his companions could even be trusted as guides. Though this world was faintly familiar, with wide panoramas and tiny details he knew he’d seen in nature magazines, it mostly wasn’t. To keep calm, … Continue reading

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Small Change

The policeman watched the woman walk calmly out of the woods with her new companion. He still didn’t know where he was, or how he’d got here. She was a petty thief, seemed almost violent, and she was his only … Continue reading

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Almost Near Enough

The earth shook and the trees shivered. A moment later, we could see a large, shadowy form making its way toward us. Then its great, long face pressed into the clearing. As elephants go, it wasn’t particularly big. Still, neither … Continue reading

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The Ringing Bell

Once, when the Policeman was about nine years old, he’d gone to his classroom during recess to stash away a new stick for his collection. As he carefully wrapped it in his spare sweater, two older boys rushed in. One … Continue reading

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Duplicity

When I woke up, I saw my reflection, twice, in a pair of perfectly black, perfectly shiny sunglasses. Framed below a glossy white helmet and above dry, thoughtful lips, the double me tipped slightly, then loomed close as the policeman … Continue reading

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The Flood

That night, the policeman dreamt of rain. It rained so much, the storm drains overflowed and blasted bookshelves, beds and squatters from every tunnel. They overflowed so much, the bloated streams merged to become a single, monstrous wave. It was … Continue reading

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Butterfly’s Police Report

I found the policeman the very next time I went to Las Vegas. He was standing in front of a weary apartment building not far from the casino where we first met. Talking with a middle-aged woman in teeshirt and … Continue reading

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Butterfly in Las Vegas

There are rules in Las Vegas: Assume that every situation is governed by rules, especially when there appear to be none. You are required to establish your own rules. You must decide when and how to abide by your rules. … Continue reading

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