Photo Prompt by Al Forbes
He wiped his muddy stains on tar road and raced around it, his coat gleaming of
eucalyptus oil. Ganesh trailed him, waiting for the slightest signal to pick up vital clues.
The grey telephone booth became a centre of his focus and attention. Ganesh
took the hint and wondered what the innocuous looking wooden structure held inside to
garner attention. But being trained to handle sensitive cases, his unseen antennas picked
up unusual wavelengths. The entire force in khaki apparel got ready for action. One pair
of strong hands opened the door of the booth effortlessly. The Police scanned the entire
structure. Only air seemed to be enclosed. His acute sense of smell could never be
doubted or undermined.
While the Mumbai Police looked at the walls and roof, Detective Karamchand’s pupils
were arrested at the ground beneath his soles. “Dig”, he yelled having scented the cache.
There was enough ammunition to blow up the entire city of Mumbai. The area was
immediately cordoned off to avoid the onslaught of the Fourth Estate.
Ganesh bent down and patted Zanjeer's gleaming coat.
“Good boy, treat yourself with a biscuit”, praising the canine.
“woof woof” , responded Zanjeer.
Written for : Sunday Photo Fiction
word count : 196
Note : Zanjeer was trained at the Dog Training Centre of the Criminal Investigating
Department. The Mumbai Bomb Detection and Disposal Squad took him under their wing
and handler Ganesh and Zanjeer helped the department recovered RDX and gelatin sticks
in 1993 Mumbai bombings.
Read more about Zanjeer here.
I have tweaked a bit for the story.
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