Non-challenge fic: A Policeman's Tale Day 1
Title: A Policeman's Tale
Author: Ytak
Genre: General
Rating: G
Word Count: 517
Summary: 60 days in the personal and professional life of Detective Takagi.
Comments: Another fic for a challenge community,
60damnprompts . First of 60 revolving around Takagi.
Prompt: 1 Mail
Day 1
It was long past sunset when Takagi dragged himself through the front door of his small apartment pausing only to check the mail. He groaned when he saw all the mail waiting for his attention. Juggling the mail and his briefcase as he changed into the house slippers was tricky but something he learned to master long ago.
His feet dragged as he made his way to the kitchen. Carelessly, he dropped the mail on a sizable pile on the kitchen counter. The growing size of the pile caused Takagi to wince. He just knew that there were bills in that pile and they needed to be taken care of very soon.
With a sigh, he picked up the pile and moved it to the table and began to sort it. Halfway through the pile, his stomach reminded him that he had not eaten in sometime. The paperwork from the morning forced him to take a short, early lunch and it was now well past supper time.
A short trip to the kitchen relieved his hunger pangs but also revealed that there was not a whole lot to eat. Supper consisted of two day old takeout and some stale French bread. Takagi resolved to go shopping in the morning. The heavy workload left him too exhausted of late to day any serious shopping and he was tired of eating on the run. He wanted to groan again when he came back the table and the mail waiting on it for him.
Takagi was very grateful that he had the next day off. But he was not looking forward to all the errands and chores he needed to do. That was one reason to take care of the mail tonight. Anything done tonight meant a little easier day off before he returned to work. If a person or two had decided to take their vacations later, the workload would have been lighter but with five people out of the office, the workload became heavy. And with Sato gone, too, he was missing one of the highlights of his work days.
The pile of mail refused to disappear or take care of itself despite the glare he was sending at it. With a heartfelt sigh, he returned to the task of sorting.
“Let's see what there is. Bill, bill, junk mail, junk mail, bill, magazine, post card, bill, bill, junk ma... Post card?” he said, feeling puzzled. It was the picture of a forested mountain in winter and 'Hokkaido' written across the bottom in calligraphy.
Turing it over, he saw a familiar scrawl that brought a smile to his face.
Takagi-kun, it began,
I hope they haven't been overworking you. I know that I'm not the only taking vacation. Hang in there! I'm sending you a souvenir. And don't tell Yumi!
-Sato Miwako
Takagi read the short message a few more times before putting the card in its own pile. He stared at it happily before turning his attention back to the pile of mail. The task of sorting it did not seem quite so onerous any longer.
Author: Ytak
Genre: General
Rating: G
Word Count: 517
Summary: 60 days in the personal and professional life of Detective Takagi.
Comments: Another fic for a challenge community,
60damnprompts . First of 60 revolving around Takagi.
Prompt: 1 Mail
Day 1
It was long past sunset when Takagi dragged himself through the front door of his small apartment pausing only to check the mail. He groaned when he saw all the mail waiting for his attention. Juggling the mail and his briefcase as he changed into the house slippers was tricky but something he learned to master long ago.
His feet dragged as he made his way to the kitchen. Carelessly, he dropped the mail on a sizable pile on the kitchen counter. The growing size of the pile caused Takagi to wince. He just knew that there were bills in that pile and they needed to be taken care of very soon.
With a sigh, he picked up the pile and moved it to the table and began to sort it. Halfway through the pile, his stomach reminded him that he had not eaten in sometime. The paperwork from the morning forced him to take a short, early lunch and it was now well past supper time.
A short trip to the kitchen relieved his hunger pangs but also revealed that there was not a whole lot to eat. Supper consisted of two day old takeout and some stale French bread. Takagi resolved to go shopping in the morning. The heavy workload left him too exhausted of late to day any serious shopping and he was tired of eating on the run. He wanted to groan again when he came back the table and the mail waiting on it for him.
Takagi was very grateful that he had the next day off. But he was not looking forward to all the errands and chores he needed to do. That was one reason to take care of the mail tonight. Anything done tonight meant a little easier day off before he returned to work. If a person or two had decided to take their vacations later, the workload would have been lighter but with five people out of the office, the workload became heavy. And with Sato gone, too, he was missing one of the highlights of his work days.
The pile of mail refused to disappear or take care of itself despite the glare he was sending at it. With a heartfelt sigh, he returned to the task of sorting.
“Let's see what there is. Bill, bill, junk mail, junk mail, bill, magazine, post card, bill, bill, junk ma... Post card?” he said, feeling puzzled. It was the picture of a forested mountain in winter and 'Hokkaido' written across the bottom in calligraphy.
Turing it over, he saw a familiar scrawl that brought a smile to his face.
Takagi-kun, it began,
I hope they haven't been overworking you. I know that I'm not the only taking vacation. Hang in there! I'm sending you a souvenir. And don't tell Yumi!
-Sato Miwako
Takagi read the short message a few more times before putting the card in its own pile. He stared at it happily before turning his attention back to the pile of mail. The task of sorting it did not seem quite so onerous any longer.