othelladub's Diaryland Diary

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Lori, the undercover cop

Lori was a cop in San Francisco. She was a good cop. Taking down thugs was what she did well.

In her room, resting against a wall, there was a violin. The instrument hadn't been played in years, and had fallen into disrepair.

"How does a violin fall into disrepair?" Ask Lori.

Her treatment of manic-depressive Bob was right on the money. Excellent. She walked him to Taco Bell, and told him to sit down and ingest as many taco supremes as possible.

Where did he know her from?

"I've met you before," he said. His face was pale, and his shoes were covered in dried mud. "You need rest," she said, as she stood up, looking at him with a depth of sorrow which was beyond his limited scope of comprehension.

She led him into the Church, where he was overcome with an overwhelming desire to hold her, to embrace her as he would a pixie of clear energy.

Indeed, she was not of this world. She was sent here to reveal something to him.

It wasn't a miracle. It was a thing of beauty.

Naturally, he was overcome with fear. He resented and hated the most powerful force to enter his life in years. He wanted to be assured of her humanity. There was no such revelation forthcoming.

She looked so familiar to him, but they had never met. Perhaps she had siphoned the energy from a girl he'd long ago done wrong.

5:10 p.m. - 2002-03-05

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