Helicopter patrol above the big city park was fairly routine. A fracas of some sort every few days, an occasional fender-bender. Mostly boring.
“Down there,” Sam pointed to a small clearing between the trees. He picked up the radio mic. “Rape in progress at Hippie Hill. Respond.”
Written for this week’s Twittering Tales prompt from Kat Myrman. Photo credit: David Reed at Pixabay.com.