For mondschein1
Number Fourteen - Whimsy/Reality
“Francesca.”
“Yes, Lieutenant?”
“What is that?”
“It’s cute, isn’t it? I think it really adds something to the cowpen.”
“Bullpen.”
“Whatever.”
“I’m still not hearing an explanation about that… thing.”
“It’s a potted fern. It adds colour and will help improve the air quality.”
“Its pollen has caused two officers and one suspect to have asthma attacks, Fraser’s wolf has tried to dig it up three times, and I have walked into it. Twice. It needs to go.”
“Fine, fine. I’ll move it to the break room.”
“To your home, Miss Vecchio.”
“Jeez, you’re a grump. No green fingers at all.”
“Francesca.”
“Yes, Lieutenant?”
“What is that?”
“It’s cute, isn’t it? I think it really adds something to the cowpen.”
“Bullpen.”
“Whatever.”
“I’m still not hearing an explanation about that… thing.”
“It’s a potted fern. It adds colour and will help improve the air quality.”
“Its pollen has caused two officers and one suspect to have asthma attacks, Fraser’s wolf has tried to dig it up three times, and I have walked into it. Twice. It needs to go.”
“Fine, fine. I’ll move it to the break room.”
“To your home, Miss Vecchio.”
“Jeez, you’re a grump. No green fingers at all.”