novel

Once upstairs in the station proper John and Keller reported to the shift Sergeant and handed in their daily reports. Then it was on to the locker rooms, changed and down to the basement car-park. John got into his old and battered Datsun and in a cloud of blue oil smoke left for home. On his way out of the basement he stopped at the security checkpoint and the police officer on duty jokingly quipped about John’s old car blowing up one day.

Now that he thought about it he noticed those things that would have been obvious to a blind person. What bachelor would have pastel coloured drapes and a vase of fresh flowers on the table? Come to think of it, he thought as he passed the lounge room, what bachelor would have a rocking chair with a chintz covered cushion on it?