R.A. Legg Writes

Dirty Cop Selection contains strong language. Detective Stands: As I pulled up, I saw three fire trucks and four police cruisers.  Then I saw the two ambulances and the EMS truck.  I parked my car in the street.  It was obvious that this intersection was going to be closed for a while.  What a mess.  Parts were scattered throughout the intersection.  I saw the grey vintage Camaro’s rear end.  It didn’t look that bad, but the minivan on its side was never going to be used again.  The whole front end was mangled and filleted open.  I guessed, that the firemen had had to extract the driver.  In the debris near the vehicle I saw a doll, some other toys and one backpack.  When I heard the call, they didn’t mention if any kids were injured.  My heart skipped a beat. Please no dead kids today.   My attention was drawn to a uniformed officer that was stringing some caution tape.  “Serge, where’s the victim?”  Please don’t correct me and say it was more than one. Sergeant, “Over

This Old Chair “It’s empty.” Said the large man in coveralls.  His head was bent down to look at the old lady. He was monstrous against her slight frame. His coveralls were dirty and worn.  So many years of moving furniture had taken their toll on them. “Did you leave the chair?” Asked the old woman. “Yes.” was all the man said.  He wanted to get the last of this woman’s things on his truck so he could get home.  It was Friday night and the sun had already set. “You know, that old chair was here when I moved in,” said the old lady as her eyes wandered into a past that only she remembered. The large man wanted to be polite, but knew if he asked he would be drawn into another story.   No, another memory, still sharp in this old woman mind. Jonathan picked up two boxes stacked on the ground and placed them in the back of his truck.   It was as big as he was. With a sixteen foot box. This old truck had moved thousands of househo