Police- Daily Object Writing- 16 August
Aug 15th, 2009 | By admin | Category: Daily WritingSaturday night and a helicopter is yawning around in the sky. The engine rising and falling in pitch as it goes past, proving the Doppler effect. A thick searchlight beam lighthouses its way across dull suburban roofs that have gone to sleep for the night already. On the ground pristine police vehicles with patchwork blue squares scurry like ants along haunted laneways and back streets searching for a suspect. The chase is on. Sniffer dog radio systems relay the scent from car to car, last known sighting current believed whereabouts.
A pair of officers emerge from a vehicle in a cobbled 1890’s laneway. Pistols hanging like warts from their belts. Shod with service issue boots they clop along edges of leaning corrugated iron fences and overhanging bushes, poised to reach for weapons. Overhead the chopper hangs in the firmament with a deafening whir. Neighbours emerge from front doors and into empty back yards to see what might be going on. The suspect jumps a fence and is running down the cobblestones. Officer one reaches for a pistol. It’s grainy handle reassuring in hand. The training kicks automatically and he calls for the man to halt with no response. A shot fires. The recoil kicks the officer’s hand upward and he steadies again with the other arm……
