The first thing Ollie could think to do was run. He’d never been questioned by a police officer, and he wasn’t about to change that. His prosthetic leg seemed nonexistent, his veins filling with adrenaline as he ran as fast as he could away from the apartment building.
“Ollie!” a voice he recognized as George yelled from across the street. Ollie came to an abrupt stop as George walked over to him.
“Why are you running?!” George asked, concerned.
“Well, uh, actually, I don’t really know. The police was ‘bout to ask me about Mr. Evans. I got real scared and so I just started runnin’. Now that I think about it I donno. I didn’t even do anything, haha! Somethin’ ‘bout those blue uniforms just gets me all freaked out and stuff.”
Before George could reply, a colossal wind nearly pushed Ollie to the ground.
“What the hell!” Ollie screamed, and a downpour of hail began to crash down on the two confused men.
“We need to find cover Ollie. Let’s go!” George yelled over the storm.
“Cover?! What about my house? I gotta go save my house! And Rufus! Oh my goodness, Rufus is all alone!”
And just as fast as he ran from the police, Ollie ran back to the apartment building to his tent. By the time he got there he could barely feel his fingers.
“Damn it’s cold,” he thought to himself. He crawled inside his home to find Rufus alive and healthy.
“Thank God you’re okay buddy. I was real worried.”
He sat in his tent reflecting on his day and wondering why he ran from the cops in the first place. He figured it would be fine since they can’t accuse him of something he didn’t do. At least that’s what he hoped. His thoughts were interrupted by a piece of hail falling on his head.
“Oh my goodness Rufus. There’s a hole in the damn roof!”
Ollie angrily picked up what was left of his Jack Daniel’s and took a large swig. The wind from outside rushed in as another piece of hail fell through the hole.
“Eh, I’ll fix it tomorrow.”
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