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.


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 Tardif said...

Wow! What a powerful post, Arnold!