[Original: Drabble] "Court Appearance" [Zeke Jones, G]
Title: Court Appearance
Prompt: writerverse challenge #02 mini table of doom (‘instant gratification’)
Word Count: 302
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: original ( Zeke Jones ‘verse)
Summary: Zeke gives herself a lecture.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Court Appearance
I fidgeted with my tie and stared at the courtroom door. “How long can it possibly take to present a case for a simple purse-snatching?”
Howell, looking so much more spit-and-polish in his dress uniform than I could ever manage, scowled at me. “There are procedures that must be followed for every court case, Officer Jones,” he said. “We must be-”
“-patient, I know,” I finished. “No, don’t worry, sir, I can probably do this lecture all on my own.”
I cleared my throat, dropping my voice as low as I could get it, which was still much higher than my partner’s. “Procedures are in place for a reason, Hezekia, and it has nothing to do with trying your patience. You have no idea what it’s like waiting for results before a case can go forward. You have the internet and databases and e-mail. In my day, we had to type our reports on typewriters. We had to compare fingerprint cards by hand. We had to send messages to other precincts by carrier pigeon! Our uniforms were wool, and we had to wear them even in the middle of summer.”
I scowled up at him, attempting his ‘kids these days’ scowl, but I knew I hadn’t gotten it quite right. I held it for a few moments, anyway, then grinned.
“How was that, sir?”
“We did not, in fact, use carrier pigeons at any point in my police career,” he deadpanned, and my grin widened.
“Officers Howell and Jones?” said a bailiff, appearing in the courtroom doorway.
Despite my earlier impatience, I hesitated, and Howell clapped a hand on my shoulder. “Just tell the truth, Jones,” he said, softly but firmly, and shaking me slightly. “It’s not any more complicated than that.”
“Yes, sir,” I said, and followed him inside.
THE END
Current Mood:
snowy
Prompt: writerverse challenge #02 mini table of doom (‘instant gratification’)
Word Count: 302
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: original ( Zeke Jones ‘verse)
Summary: Zeke gives herself a lecture.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Court Appearance
I fidgeted with my tie and stared at the courtroom door. “How long can it possibly take to present a case for a simple purse-snatching?”
Howell, looking so much more spit-and-polish in his dress uniform than I could ever manage, scowled at me. “There are procedures that must be followed for every court case, Officer Jones,” he said. “We must be-”
“-patient, I know,” I finished. “No, don’t worry, sir, I can probably do this lecture all on my own.”
I cleared my throat, dropping my voice as low as I could get it, which was still much higher than my partner’s. “Procedures are in place for a reason, Hezekia, and it has nothing to do with trying your patience. You have no idea what it’s like waiting for results before a case can go forward. You have the internet and databases and e-mail. In my day, we had to type our reports on typewriters. We had to compare fingerprint cards by hand. We had to send messages to other precincts by carrier pigeon! Our uniforms were wool, and we had to wear them even in the middle of summer.”
I scowled up at him, attempting his ‘kids these days’ scowl, but I knew I hadn’t gotten it quite right. I held it for a few moments, anyway, then grinned.
“How was that, sir?”
“We did not, in fact, use carrier pigeons at any point in my police career,” he deadpanned, and my grin widened.
“Officers Howell and Jones?” said a bailiff, appearing in the courtroom doorway.
Despite my earlier impatience, I hesitated, and Howell clapped a hand on my shoulder. “Just tell the truth, Jones,” he said, softly but firmly, and shaking me slightly. “It’s not any more complicated than that.”
“Yes, sir,” I said, and followed him inside.
THE END
Current Mood:
snowy