“Here’s a picture of the scooter that was stolen from right in front of my flat, Officer,” Dwayne said.
“Is the black cat also missing?” Officer Bremen asked.
“No,” Dwayne said. “The cat is fine. He’s inside.”
“He’s a cutie,” the officer said. “My wife and I had a black cat, too. She looked just like yours. She was almost twenty when she died last year. We miss her. What’s his name?”
“It’s Rudy,” Dwayne said. “But I called….”
“Rudy?” The officer said, laughing. “Like In Rudy Giuliani?”
“Excuse me, Officer, but can we talk about my stolen motor scooter?”
Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: C.E. Ayr.