Dark Rabbit

It was a cold night on 23rd December, marks a year since I retired as a police officer. It also marks my 43rd birthday as the son of another retired officer. We had the same problem, a drinker, insomniac, and an IED. I have tried not to be like my father. Despite that, I still respect him. He died in a massacre at the shopping mall on Christmas Eve 2 years back. Ford driver ran into the crowd, the driver doesn't stop until the car hit the road again. There's the news on what happened and they show them a week before Christmas, just like today. I was on the case for a whole year, without any lead. One of the guys nags about the case being nonsense. We can't search for a ghost forever, he said. I was so pissed, tired, and some guy has to put this on my face. So, I hit him, bashing his head at my table over and over again. I got fired because of it and stamped as a retiree, so, I did. It took my marriage, most of me. I don't know what to do with my father's death ann

Woken up to the sound of people jabbering in front of his door, William turns on his radio. It's a routine of his before taking the shower. Looking at the clock after a bath, striking seven, two hours early for the job, William takes the time to make breakfast. Smelling the beans from the grinder made him calm, as he believes that a good day starts with a good coffee on the balcony. "Julia, 22 years old, was found dead, Saturday evening in an apartment, room 3701, with a stab wound and a missing arm. San Diego Police Department officers still can't determine a suspect despite the high security. The CCTV at that particular floor hasn't been repaired since struck by a storm. A knife was also found near the victim and the size matched with the wound, says officers. Further investigation has not been released," a broadcast from the radio that William has already known. William put the salt and pepper bottle on the table, with his silverware placed next to a serving