Title: Night Walk
Prompt:
writerverse challenge #03 march mini table of doom, prompt #11 ‘nighttime’
Word Count: 254
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: original (
Zeke Jones ‘verse)
Summary: Zeke and Howell prefer the night life.
Note(s): originally posted to the
writerverse wv_library Night Walk
“There’s something that’s been troubling me,” I said, as Howell and I walked through the dark Philadelphia streets on our patrol.
My partner glanced sideways at me. “Jones, I don’t believe I’m qualified to address the things that are troubling you.”
“Very funny, sir,” I deadpanned. “But I have a question, and it’s a little… personal.”
I knew he would know what I meant. Howell and I didn’t have much in the way of personal lives- we weren’t hermits, we did have interests and hobbies, but nothing that couldn’t be talked about at full volume on any given street corner.
Except for the one thing.
“Sir,” I said slowly, “I know why I requested the night shift, given my condition, but doesn’t yours make it easier to work during the day?”
I couldn’t imagine that in a hundred years of police work, Howell had never considered that, but I had to ask.
We walked silently for a block and a half, then my partner said, “Moonlight is often more of a benefit than a curse. Even as a human, my senses are sharper at night. And it’s easier to change when the moon is out.”
“Huh,” I said.
Howell snorted. “It’s not really something that gets talked about. Most of us try to pretend that we’re perfectly ordinary, except for those unavoidable times.”
“But not you,” I pressed, knowing I shouldn’t.
My partner arched one eyebrow. “Officer Jones, have I ever given you any reason to believe I was ordinary?”
I laughed. “No, sir.”
THE END
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