Invisible Best Friends

Invisible Best Friends

                I walked up the cold, gray steps to doors that dwarfed me and entered the police station. My heels click clacked across the marble, I’m guessing it was marble, until I was standing before the counter. Or under the counter, I should say, considering how ridiculously elevated it was. I could understand why, though,  I took Psych 101 just like everyone else. It was to make people like me feel insignificant.

                  A police officer with a stern brow and almost an extra chin looked down at me over the counter. He didn’t have to say anything, his facial movement said it all. I got straight to the point.

                  “I’d like to report something missing.”


                   “Not who. What. I’ve lost my self-respect.”