Relay Writing.Creative Writing Prompt. "it's the police on the phone they want to speak to you!"

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"it's the police on the phone they want to speak to you!" All of a sudden my heart starts to beat quicker and harder. I can feel it pounding against my rib cage. I grab the receiver and press it against my face. I start to pace around quickly in sort of figure of eight motions turning my head to avoid contact with anyone around me. "Hello is Detective Inspector Burnside here. Apparently you know Rahul is that correct? "Um err yes! we work together I said."

. We would like you to come down to the station now we have some questions to ask you. Okay I said. My pulse started to race my thought started to accelerate i was wondering what had happened to Rahul why did the police want to speak to me. My heart started to stab me in the ribs. Since when did my heart acquire a knife. I could feel a sharp pain like I was having a heart attack. What the hell "Who has stole my mojo."

I hopped into the family car and headed towards Spring Street Police Headquarters. I walk up to a desk. I see the desk Sergeant perusing documents and say" I'm here to see Detective Burnside". "Please take a seat Madam I'll just get him for you." I sit down on a wooden bench against the wall you know the one the ones you see in church pews and court rooms. Hard timber presses against my flesh. I feel my hip joint hard against the timber. What seems like a eternity is only a few minutes when I see Inspector Inside. I see that he has seen better days. He has the expression on his face that he has seen it all before. All kinds of tragedy. death murder and ever other kind of evil that men and women perpetrate on each other. He appears dressed in a typical stereotype detective suit. Slightly ill fitting creased brown suit. pale blue shirt and contrasting tie. On thing that stood out that was a mismatch was spit polished bots which seemed a contrast to everything else. No doubt he has been square bashed at some stage in the military.

We went up stairs there was a distinct smell which i found difficult to identify sort of a mixture of floor polish and air freshener seemed to pervade the atmosphere. I then saw a cleaner at work concentrating as he operated a floor polished. He was trying to get a shine up on an old linoleum floor

The Inspector told me to sit down in an Interview Room. He went away I noticed lots of marks on the walls looked like baton marks. A desk which had seen better days sat in the middle of the room it had a black top and had been graffitied what looked like by school children. An old Olivetti Typewriter sat in the middle of the desk. A policewomen in uniform walked in and stood forelorn and silent and stood against the wall near the door.

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