Sleepy Tom
Wannabe Hipster
Officer Clifford Rayne sat in the front seat of his police cruiser, parked in the alley between a liquor store and an out-of-business movie rental shop. He squinted his crystal blue eyes, staring out the front windshield. The sun was shining violently through the glass and causing his face to drip with perspiration. He checked the built-in thermometer in his car. 87 degrees Fahrenheit.
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he continued looking out for any suspicious behavior. Almost ready to give up and take a nap, Officer Rayne witnessed a car speed by. The driver had to be going at least ten above the speed limit, and their car was drifting onto the other side of the road. Probably drunk, he thought. Although, he didn't understand how anyone could drink at 9:00 in the morning.
Turning his sirens on, he pulled his car out from the alley and began to pursue the vehicle. Sighing, he waited for the driver to pull over to the side of the road. What a great day this would be.
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he continued looking out for any suspicious behavior. Almost ready to give up and take a nap, Officer Rayne witnessed a car speed by. The driver had to be going at least ten above the speed limit, and their car was drifting onto the other side of the road. Probably drunk, he thought. Although, he didn't understand how anyone could drink at 9:00 in the morning.
Turning his sirens on, he pulled his car out from the alley and began to pursue the vehicle. Sighing, he waited for the driver to pull over to the side of the road. What a great day this would be.