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The Magic Badge
She puts on the medallion, her shoulders straighten. She looks in the mirror and her chin rises. She grabs her keys and walks out the door.
The cop sits in her squad car, sharp eyes scanning, until she gets a call.
The cop stands squarely in the intersection, directing the cars, where a light has gone out. The cop motions decisively, making eye contact with each driver, continually until the bulb is fixed.
The cop is summoned assist at a storefront, where someone’s breaking in. The cop rushes inside, weapon raised, issuing commands in consecutive steely blasts. The cop sees that the offender is cuffed, and loaded in the car. The cop listens to his disparaging her till he is locked in the precinct.
The cop is called to the freeway where there’s been a collision. The cop turns on her siren to make way for the fire truck, and walks close to the roaring traffic to block the crash off. The cop helps with first aid, speaking calmly, doing her best till the ambulance comes.
The cop gets home late, and answers the calls on her message machine, speaking formally.
She takes off her badge, letting out a long sigh. She slides into a chair at the table and supports her head on her hand. She says a silent prayer, and a single tear makes its track down her cheek.
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