[Original: Drabble] "Pope Patrol" [Zeke Jones, G]
Title: Pope Patrol
Prompt: writerverse challenge #02 september mini table of doom
Book Title Used: By Royal Command (Young Bond #5, by Charlie Higson)
Word Count: 281
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: original ( Zeke Jones ‘verse)
Summary: During the Papal visit, Jones and Howell are still on the beat.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Pope Patrol
“Is he technically royal, though?” I asked, out loud.
Howell and I had come on shift as the sun went down, so most of the prep work was already done, but it was still all-hands-on-deck for the entire weekend of Pope Francis’s visit to our fair city. Most of the detectives and more extroverted beat cops had preferred to be on the Parkway for the pope’s motorcade, but my partner and I were one of the few pairs who had volunteered to continue foot patrols.
“I suppose that depends on your definition,” said Howell. He was more likely to indulge my random questions when we were walking around outside. “He is a ‘Prince of the Church’, according to Catholic tradition.”
“That is true,” I agreed, remembering that much from my days in Catholic grade school. “And I guess world leaders are world leaders anymore, whether they inherit or they’re elected.”
“Is there any particular reason why you’re even asking?” my partner asked.
“No particular reason,” I admitted. “But it’s a unique situation, isn’t it? Most world leaders really only have power over their own people, whoever lives within their geographical borders, you know. But the pope is not just political, he’s religious, so he has… not power, exactly, but a whole lot of influence, on Roman Catholics all over. It’s just complicated. I mean, my family came from Wales, but I don’t really pay attention to what Queen Elizabeth has to say, you know?”
“Scarily enough, I do,” said Howell, then hit his radio. “Dispatch, Howell and Jones, all clear.”
“Acknowledged,” said someone from Dispatch. “Continue patrol.”
“Will do, Dispatch,” my partner replied. “Come on, rookie, let’s keep walking.”
“Yes, sir.”
THE END
Current Mood:
cold
Prompt: writerverse challenge #02 september mini table of doom
Book Title Used: By Royal Command (Young Bond #5, by Charlie Higson)
Word Count: 281
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: original ( Zeke Jones ‘verse)
Summary: During the Papal visit, Jones and Howell are still on the beat.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Pope Patrol
“Is he technically royal, though?” I asked, out loud.
Howell and I had come on shift as the sun went down, so most of the prep work was already done, but it was still all-hands-on-deck for the entire weekend of Pope Francis’s visit to our fair city. Most of the detectives and more extroverted beat cops had preferred to be on the Parkway for the pope’s motorcade, but my partner and I were one of the few pairs who had volunteered to continue foot patrols.
“I suppose that depends on your definition,” said Howell. He was more likely to indulge my random questions when we were walking around outside. “He is a ‘Prince of the Church’, according to Catholic tradition.”
“That is true,” I agreed, remembering that much from my days in Catholic grade school. “And I guess world leaders are world leaders anymore, whether they inherit or they’re elected.”
“Is there any particular reason why you’re even asking?” my partner asked.
“No particular reason,” I admitted. “But it’s a unique situation, isn’t it? Most world leaders really only have power over their own people, whoever lives within their geographical borders, you know. But the pope is not just political, he’s religious, so he has… not power, exactly, but a whole lot of influence, on Roman Catholics all over. It’s just complicated. I mean, my family came from Wales, but I don’t really pay attention to what Queen Elizabeth has to say, you know?”
“Scarily enough, I do,” said Howell, then hit his radio. “Dispatch, Howell and Jones, all clear.”
“Acknowledged,” said someone from Dispatch. “Continue patrol.”
“Will do, Dispatch,” my partner replied. “Come on, rookie, let’s keep walking.”
“Yes, sir.”
THE END
Current Mood:
cold