Saturday, January 10, 2009

The Job

A big snowstorm is coming and as part of my job I am sitting in the emergency control center in case I'm needed to coordinate things with my respective department. So far, the storm has been a big bust and I'm sitting here mostly bored. But in a crackle of static we learn that a woman has been hit by a train and everyone moves into action, notifying emergency agencies like police, ambulance, and even the M.E. It would be surreal if I hadn't been here so many times before. In my city, death by subway is one of the preferred methods of suicide, and sometimes even murder. So I'm here... it's my job.

2 comments:

Austin S. Camacho said...

Thanks, Arnold! Hidden here among our random ramblings, social commentary and helpful hints, it's nice to find what amounts to a biting bit of flash fiction. Even if it's all true, it reads like the neatest little story.

Post more often, man!

Cheryl Kaye Tardif, suspense author said...

Wow! What a powerful post, Arnold!