Fast food

The clock read 4:38am.

Wiping off the last remnants of sleep, I called mobile on the radio, my voice betraying my fatigue.

The dispatcher sounded just as tired.

... 30ish year old female.... at the payphone... bitten by another person on the shoulder.... because they thought she was a piece of meat...

My partner and I looked at each other.

Right.

Off we drove towards the said phonebox.

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The ambulance scan lights and headlights lit the phonebox and the park, bathing the area in a sea of white light.

No one could be seen.

Not even a drive through of the park and surrounding streets could we find a living soul.

"Perhaps we were too late? Perhaps she was eaten?" I dribbled to dispatch.

"Must have been fast food, or a midnight snack" they retorted.

My partner and I giggled as we drove back towards our station.