Here's my first drabble contribution. I am not absolutely happy with it, but I don't think continuing to play with it will make it any better.
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He accepted my outstretched hand and my first reaction was a wild desire to laugh. Shouldn’t a straight-from-the-movies moment like this have a fantasy setting? A tropical island, perhaps, surrounded by chorus girls wearing gold lame evening gowns and eating ambrosia with silver spoons. Not a police station at three o’clock on a dreary Tuesday.
Had this really been an ordinary day until now? Breakfast, court, laughing about last night’s Friends. Shouldn’t have fate warned me that this was coming?
<Speak>, my inner voice prompted. What should I say? <Your name would be a good start.>
“Mayson Drake, Deputy DA”
