A girl is alone in a small emergency dispatch office. It is the middle of the night. She signs off on the radio with a firefighter returning home after a call and stands to stretch her legs.
As she waits for water to boil for her second cup of coffee of the night, she throws open the window and leans out over the windowbox to breathe in the clean night air. The world is still. She rests her chin on her hands and sighs, gazing at the sky and thinking big thoughts about life, love, and polar bears. She likes the old window with its flowerbox, because it makes her feel vaguely French. In a few hours, she will lean out again to watch the sun rise, as she does every morning. Soon she will have a hot, sweet cup of hazelnut cream coffee. Life is good and she is at peace.
A voice penetrates the darkness.
“No! Fuck YOU, asshole!!!”
Another Friday night in Bridgewater.