Pete Armstrong

Enquiry Desk, Unnamed Police Station, Winter

The door bursts open and in comes the cold, followed by a frantic young man, all waving arms and exasperation, glowing red in just a cotton shirt.

“Someone’s nicked my coat!”

The Sergeant contemplates him with eyes chilled by steady experience…

Distinguished Writer of the ArtAscent Winter call for entry. To see the full body of work, grab a copy of the ArtAscent Art & Literature Journal Winter issue.

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