Four
One: Sight Out of Context

She didn’t belong in my neighborhood. Wait - that wasn’t fair. I was drunk, and I’d stumbled past my usual stops, into a bodega on the far end of the Village, so maybe I was in her neighborhood. It didn’t matter did it? She was there, where I didn’t expect her.
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Megan stood at the break room sink, quickly washing out the communal coffee pot. She looked at the purple Princess mug, which was perched on the edge of the sink. Narrowing her eyes, she 'accidentally' elbowed the mug. She smirked as the mug crashed to the ground, breaking into pieces. Aloud, her voice sarcastic, she said, "Ooops ( Read more... )

Staring at my inbox, I realized that this had all gotten out of hand. But then again, what kind of jerk plays with other people's stuff and then doesn't let them use his.
I decided just to post both of those chain-letter things at once. If I win the lottery, though, I thought, as I hit "enter" I'm keeping it all. AND I'm going on that vacation.So ( Read more... )

Sit back, folks, it's going to be a bumpy ride!
( Thinking, Drinking )

You know which cases make me cold inside? The ones with the self-righteous doers. The ones who tell us they did it for someone else - maybe for the good of everyone, maybe for the good of just one person. Sure, they say they did it for whoever they choose to fill in the blanks, but they did it for themselves, just like any other criminal who steps ( Read more... )

13 Ways Of Looking At Mike Logan - Part One

You know, I play a lot of things close to my chest. I’m not a tell-all sort of guy, and that’s why I don’t feel like people need to know so much about me. I’m a New York cop, and that can mean anything, so take that as it lies ( Read more... )

Usually, I go out for a drink by myself after work. It’s easier, quieter, and nobody’s counting the glasses I pile up, especially not me - very, very consciously not me. Of course, that starts a dangerous trend, and besides, you can’t always duck out on the social thing, which is how I find myself crammed into a booth with a pile of other aging ( Read more... )

The coroner and the lawyer grow fat on the quarrels of fools. (Ta'n toshiagh-joarey as yn leighder gaase roauyr er streeu ny blebbinyn.)

I come from a long line of cops - Irish cops at that. One of my earliest memories is my grandmother muttering as my grandfather tossed his sergeant’s cap down on their table. “Ta'n toshiagh-joarey as yn ( Read more... )

There are nights, and days, when I get the urge to open old wounds, dig them in there, remind myself why I never really let them heal. You know the feeling - it's why you keep old pictures, don't throw out old letters; it's what makes you make that regrettable phone call late at night, ask about that person you said wanted to forget ( Read more... )

"Maybe you should write it down ( Read more... )