'All right. Just let me know if you need anything else.'
Her thoughts flicker back and forth between two squad rooms, one with a vivid black and white chequer board floor, and terribly bright, overhead fluorescent lighting. She's the only woman present save for a young girl in uniform, and the tone of the men's language says that she's the odd one out. The other set of rooms are more modern, grey cubicles and offices, softer lighting, plants and a more balanced gender profile among the officers. The faces in each are marked with distinct clarity, and she still can't place him.
This is one of those that will come to me when I'm sound asleep, isn't it. A faint image appears, the memory one that is never far from the surface. It's of a bullet spiraling directly at her forehead. A moment later, there's a dull flash of pain and a sudden, leaden darkness. She doesn't seem visibly disturbed by the memory, but it's right there, so many times repeated, it's left a palpable mark on her psyche.
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Her thoughts flicker back and forth between two squad rooms, one with a vivid black and white chequer board floor, and terribly bright, overhead fluorescent lighting. She's the only woman present save for a young girl in uniform, and the tone of the men's language says that she's the odd one out. The other set of rooms are more modern, grey cubicles and offices, softer lighting, plants and a more balanced gender profile among the officers. The faces in each are marked with distinct clarity, and she still can't place him.
This is one of those that will come to me when I'm sound asleep, isn't it. A faint image appears, the memory one that is never far from the surface. It's of a bullet spiraling directly at her forehead. A moment later, there's a dull flash of pain and a sudden, leaden darkness. She doesn't seem visibly disturbed by the memory, but it's right there, so many times repeated, it's left a palpable mark on her psyche.