The Policeman


By Daniel McGinn

A policeman sits at the intersection plowing his brow into furrows. Bitter faces plant seeds in his worry lines. The radio cackles like cold fire as the dispatcher retreats into background noise. They call him when there is blood, drugs or a disturbance to the peace. There will be no peace.

There is a young woman standing on the center divider. She’s holding a sign that reads: Please Help Me. I’m Hungrier than You. Forgetting the uniform, the policeman rolls down the window and tries to hand Daisy a dollar. Not seeing the money, Daisy runs into opposing traffic, risking her life to get away.

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