Ok, so I've been trying to write something for the past couple of weeks, and I can't seem to get into fantasy-fiction, so I decided to try out some realistic-fiction. Tell me if you think is is a good idea:
The young, tousled dark haired man walked painfully into the operating room. Taking off his worn blue officers’ hat, he stepped up to the small, iron bed. All he could see of the woman were her cold, blue feet, for the rest of her body was covered in a white sheet. The man bowed his head.
“Officer Franklin, you have a call from the police department.” An older nurse had walked into the room, and she sported a phone with the cord dragging in from the hallway. He walked over to the nurse, smiled a small, crooked smile and took the phone. The nurse walked back down the hallway, and pressed the “up” button for the elevator.
“Hey Dave, how is she?” A voice from the other end asked, and Dave knew him to be the police chief at the Pocatello Police Department in Idaho, where he worked. Dave knew him as Chief Bowdon, or just plain Ben.
“Well, she was homeless, and living on the streets. When she had been crossing the walkway at Fremont and 7th, it had been raining, and a car couldn’t stop when she ran and slid down the street. The car hit her.”
“How’d she slip?” Ben inquired.
“She wasn’t wearing any shoes.”
Dave took a taxi ride that took about twenty minutes to the apartment complex where he lived. Dave was a good looking guy, but he was still single, so he didn’t need all the extra space in a house. He paid the taxi driver, and grabbed his umbrella. It was still raining, it never seemed to stop.
That night, he couldn’t seem to get the girl who had died off his mind. She had been homeless, as he had told Ben, but he had a feeling that it was his fault. He didn’t know why, but he felt like he could have done something to keep that woman living, though he was at the other side of town at the time.
After a sleepless night, Dave arose again to find that it was Saturday, Christmas shopping day, as he had his siblings and parents to buy gifts. He made his way toward the local shopping center, a place for teens and moms to indulge in themselves, not for men to buy Christmas gifts, he thought. After looking through several stores, he saw the Santa Claus guy, ringing his bell in front of a basket people put money in to go toward others in need. He didn’t think much about the guy, and walked straight into the next store with Christmas sales signs in it.