Another prompt…it’s funny because I just interpreted a prompt to be about jewels even though there wasn’t a single one in the picture.
Prompted by Madison Woods. Go check out her blog to read more stories inspired by this prompt.
Looking at the evidence, the cop sighed. They had only collected about half of the stolen goods. The victim, a high-profile socialite, would never find this acceptable. But then, she never found anything acceptable.
The cop, meticulously cataloging each jewel, envisioned the encounter with the socialite. She would be loud and shrill, ungrateful and angry. She would probably go to the press and berate all the NYPD because for her, any press is good press. But NYPD is held to a different standard.
The cop looked at the last jewel to be cataloged. She slipped it into her pocket, swept the rest of the jewels up, and put them in the evidence box. This was her standard, different than the socialite’s and different than the department’s.