Sankar Chatterjee possesses the passion for traveling worldwide to immerse in new cultures and customs to discover the forgotten history of the societies while attempting to find the common thread that connects the humanity as a whole for its continuity. His most recent essays appeared in Foliate Oak, Wilderness House Literary Review, Subtle Fiction, The Write Launch, The Vignette Review, and Friday Flash Fiction among many others.
If You See Something, Say Something
The well-maintained trail ran parallel to the river flowing along one side of this cosmopolitan city. It was being used by the brisk-walkers, joggers and the bicyclists for their daily physical activities. It also connected the historic city to a well-preserved battleground, 25 miles away, where an important battle during the nation’s war of independence had taken place. However, lately women joggers were reporting attempted assaults around dusk by a masked and gloved man, jumping out of a bush in an area not illuminated enough. But, they were able to speed up to escape from him.
On a recent evening, Dr. Rebecca Pak, a medical resident in city’s hospital was jogging on the trail to recharge after a grueling 36-hour floor-duty, when the assailant targeted her; dragged her inside a bush to assault sexually. Fortunately, a security camera mounted on a distant pole captured the incident in grainy black and white blurred images. Though the assailant’s face was not easily recognizable, two bright glows appeared in the middle of all the images.
Mr. Peter Towson, a well-built athlete regularly trained on the trail. He watched the local channel on TV when the crime news accompanied with the photos was broadcast with a plea from the police commissioner in identifying the suspect. As Peter intently looked into those two bright flashes in each frame.
A few days ago, Peter decided to start his spring gardening. He stopped by his local flower nursery to pick up a few tools and some seeds when he overheard a conversation between a salesperson and a customer holding a pair of neon-green garden gloves: “The gloves are genuinely hardy; they would even glow in dark if you were gardening at dusk.” Peter was in hurry, so he paid his bill and left the store without glancing at that particular customer. He wondered why the incident suddenly popped into his head! However, after much deliberation and hesitation, he anonymously called the police hotline to report the conversation, while mentioning about those neon-green gloves.
Two days later, in the evening, he saw the police commissioner’s live news conference on TV, announcing the apprehension of the assailant. The commissioner profusely thanked an unknown tipster for relaying an incident in a flower nursery. Based on that tip, his department screened the recent sales reports of that particular nursery and found the one for a pair of glowing garden-gloves, being paid by a credit card. On legal request, the card issuing bank provided the customer’s identification information. His agents kept the person under surveillance and nabbed him in the evening, just before he was about to embark on another assault. When they showed the day’s black and white images from the security camera. Indeed, two bright flashes, in the middle, appeared in all of them.