Undying Love
Daksh Desai
Mr. Corbo
EWC 4U0
February 25th, 2015
Undying Love
“Dispatch to patrol car 319, reporting a 268 at 115 Rosewood Drive”
This was a familiar neighborhood for me as I had grown up in these parts. The scattered puddles didn’t impinge on my black leather boots as they repelled every drop of water. My navy blue uniform crisply tucked beneath my Kevlar holster, did not budge as I walked up the driveway. Parked out front was a metallic grey Volvo SUV and to its right, an out of state matte black Lexus sedan, by default enhancing the entire home’s appeal. The home itself was detached with an elegant adult maple tree on the front lawn. The big beautiful patterned glass windows on the house and front door caught my eye. The home had a well-aged complexion but like wine the age brought upon a greater appeal of class and comfort. I knocked thrice on the dark brown double doors, to be met a few moments later by a tall, slim woman, with shining dark hair. She seemed to be in her early thirties and I couldn’t help but notice the way her bright red lipstick complemented her pale white skin tone, giving a similar appeal as an actress in the 1950s. Even though she was in a baby pink robe, with matching slippers and her hair looked rather un kept, she was truly beautiful.
“Officer Griffith, Albany County Police Department, I’m responding to an emergency disturbance at your address”
“Please come in Officer, I’m afraid that someone is attempting to break into my home. I’ve heard the doorbell ring several times, noises from the backyard, and piercing sounds of things breaking on the concrete”
The passageway from the front door lead me first to the living room. I could sense the woman’s apprehension as I observantly glanced around. With each step, the soles of my black leather boots met the hickory heard wood floors, producing a subtle, yet noticeable clatter. Most of the furniture seemed decently expensive, made of leather, wood, or both. The fireplace was on and I
Mr. Corbo
EWC 4U0
February 25th, 2015
Undying Love
“Dispatch to patrol car 319, reporting a 268 at 115 Rosewood Drive”
This was a familiar neighborhood for me as I had grown up in these parts. The scattered puddles didn’t impinge on my black leather boots as they repelled every drop of water. My navy blue uniform crisply tucked beneath my Kevlar holster, did not budge as I walked up the driveway. Parked out front was a metallic grey Volvo SUV and to its right, an out of state matte black Lexus sedan, by default enhancing the entire home’s appeal. The home itself was detached with an elegant adult maple tree on the front lawn. The big beautiful patterned glass windows on the house and front door caught my eye. The home had a well-aged complexion but like wine the age brought upon a greater appeal of class and comfort. I knocked thrice on the dark brown double doors, to be met a few moments later by a tall, slim woman, with shining dark hair. She seemed to be in her early thirties and I couldn’t help but notice the way her bright red lipstick complemented her pale white skin tone, giving a similar appeal as an actress in the 1950s. Even though she was in a baby pink robe, with matching slippers and her hair looked rather un kept, she was truly beautiful.
“Officer Griffith, Albany County Police Department, I’m responding to an emergency disturbance at your address”
“Please come in Officer, I’m afraid that someone is attempting to break into my home. I’ve heard the doorbell ring several times, noises from the backyard, and piercing sounds of things breaking on the concrete”
The passageway from the front door lead me first to the living room. I could sense the woman’s apprehension as I observantly glanced around. With each step, the soles of my black leather boots met the hickory heard wood floors, producing a subtle, yet noticeable clatter. Most of the furniture seemed decently expensive, made of leather, wood, or both. The fireplace was on and I