Slowed

By Jeffrey A. Paolano

Patrolman Warrenskine steps from his cruiser constantly evaluating the scene.

A man sits on the curb in a cardigan sweater, crotch-soaked green pajamas and socks.

“Good morning,” greets the Patrolman.

The grizzled disheveled man surveys.

“How’re you doing today?” asks the Patrolman.

The speckled man continues to survey.

The Patrolman invitingly says, “How about a lift home?”

“Do you have popsicles?” the man inquires of the Patrolman.

“No, I’m afraid I don’t,” replies the Patrolman.

“Piss off,” says the man, returning to his survey.

The Patrolman grasps an arm. “Let’s go.”

The man violently twists from the grip. “Not without popsicles.”