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LET ME OUT

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© 2021 Written by Michael Wolliston

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CHAPTER 1   Page 1

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"Hello, Danburg police here, how can I help you?"

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 "Yes, good evening sir, my name is Helga Schneider and I am an old woman. My feet hurt me and so I went to the pharmacy, but unfortunately, it was already closed!"

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"Sorry, Mrs. Schneider, but we are the police and only here for emergencies."

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"But this is an emergency... my feet hurt me!" said the old woman. "Can't you open the shop for me again? You are the police! Last week my friend told me how one of you helped her across the street!"

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"I'm really sorry, but in this case, we can't help you."

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"But what am I supposed to do?" she asked. "I can't walk anymore!"

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"Then stay where you are, order a taxi and go home... then put your feet in cold water!"

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"Oh, that's a good idea! Many thanks for your help! What is your name young man?"

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"My name is Mr Winkler. I wish you a nice evening."

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"Oh thank you, I..."

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Mr Winkler hanged the phone up. He closed his eyes and knocked his desk three times slowly with his head. That is the life of Mr Winkler's. Almost every day he got many calls from people like the old woman. Whether they were old or young, some of them didn't have all the cups in the cupboard. Others were just lonely.

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Eyes now open again, he breathed out deeply and looked through the window of his office. In the main office, he could see many other police officers working at their desks.

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The Commissioner walked into the room. Almost all the men suddenly stood up to greet the boss.

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The Commissioner smiled. "Sit down gentlemen and please keep working! I've already said that I'm not the president and every time I come to this office, you shouldn't stand up for me!"

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The woman was quite beautiful and slim, with typical blonde hair that you can buy from a bottle in the pharmacy.

 

She looked like the mother of a Barbie doll, Mr. Winkler often thought. Almost all the men fancied her, whether they were married or not.

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"Commissioner Wessler, do you want a cup of tea?" one of the men asked.

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"Yes," she replied. "Black with three spoons of sugar, thank you."

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"Good evening Mrs. Wessler," said one of the few women in the office.

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"Please Sandra... call me Tanja!" said the boss, a bit annoyed. She approached the policewoman and spoke quietly: "Us women must stick together!" 

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The Commissioner suddenly turned around and smiled at Mr Winkler through his office window.

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But Mr Winkler didn’t smile back. He was probably the only man in the office who didn’t like the Commissioner at all. But he was a professional and believed that you should always work well together, whether you get along or not.

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The phone on his desk rang again.

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"Hello, Danburg police here, how can I help you?"

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"Hi, it's about my neighbours from upstairs," a man replied.

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"Your neighbours? What about them?" asked Mr Winkler.

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"They make a lot of noise every day. They wanted to break through my ceiling, I think."

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"Wait a minute... You said THEY WANTED... what happened to them?"

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"They're dead."

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