I remember a statistic in high school that said more people would choose to die than speak in front of an audience.
Can you think of similar things … things so simple you don’t want to do but would prefer something grandiose to it? That was the case when Hickman, an off-duty police officer, got into a gunfight beside his fellow on-duty officer Carson.
Chief Rochelle Wisoff-Fields is commander of the Friday Fictioneers Precinct.
Lieutenant Ted Strutz gave us the photo. Thanks, Ted.
Carson whipped his gun from the holster. “Get down! DOWN!”
“Hickman, you see him?”
Off-duty Hickman eyed the balcony. “I see him. Let me try something.”
Hickman darted across the street.
BAM! CLICK. CLICK.
He ran up the back fire escape, jumped the gunman from behind in mid-reload. Hickman almost choked him. “Drop it! You heard me. I said, DROP IT!”
Minutes later, the back-up wagon took the gunman away. “Great job, Hick. Glad you’re here. That was pretty rough.”
“No, I’m glad it happened … I hate going to the dentist.”