The cops passed by us, still parked in the dark alley. “Wow, that was a real nail-biter. What a rush!” She said oozing enthusiasm. I puked.
He slipped from the shadows undetected and pulled the wire taut around her neck.
She began to struggle but he was very strong, and he knew that soon she would pass out. He had done this many times before and enjoyed the thrill of it even if it was short-lived.
The stranger lurking in the shadows caught her off guard. As soon as she realized what was happening, she steadied her breathing and gathered her strength. She focused, quickly recalling her training.
She loosened her grip on his hands, and he felt her weight drop. He assumed that she was finished.
She reached for his right arm and leaned into an anchored crouch, pulling him forward over her shoulder. He hit the concrete with a grunt.
She pulled her sidearm and shot him in the leg. “You are under arrest!” She shouted over his moaning as she flashed her badge.
“The apples taunted me.”
“What brings you here, Bernerd?”
He began, “The doctor said I have high cholesterol, could have a heart attack, told me to stop eating meat. I love meat!”
He paused and looked at the group leader. His eyes widened when he saw a T-bone steak sitting across from him.
“Go on, Bernerd,” The steak insisted.
He hesitated. “I’m a cop working security at the Steampunk Fair. I was on break so I decided to bob for apples. The apples taunted me.”
He continued. “I think not eating meat is bad.”
“What do you think?” Ms. Steak asked the group.
The apples surrounding Bernerd bobbed up and down in sympathetic support.
– Written for Microcosms (13). Prompts were Cop/Fair/Steampunk. WC 110
‘Meating Ms. Steak’ was named honorable mention for this contest.