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Short reflection piece about my favourite character Flack. I might continue with more.
THIS IS VERY VERY SHORT!
The gentle beat of Frank Sinatra drifted through the room.
Flack sat looking at the couples on the dancefloor.
Typical.
He was yet again sat at the bar nursing a lukewarm beer whilst his coworkers danced with beautiful women.
Lindsey was slowly being spun around by Danny whilst Mac smiled down at Stella in his arms.
Just typical.
Even Hawkes had a young detective from Vice to waltz with.
Who does Flack have to gentley rest their head on his chest whilst swaying to music?
No one.
It was that thought.
Flack was lonley.
Just once he would give anything to be up on that floor.
Sure, he isn't a great dancer, but, to share just one dance.
Just one dance?