Michael Aschkenasy

A Halo on Your Finger

The ring on Detective Gabriel Santal’s right ring finger began to vibrate, waking him from an accidental slumber at his desk. He rubbed his eyes and took a sip of a vibrantly green drink sitting in front of him, then put his hand out to reveal a collection of projections in front of his eyes. There was a voice recording from his captain, a succession of photographs of a crime scene, and a series of personnel profiles, amongst other attachments. With an opening and closing of his wrist, and a flick towards the clear wall in front of his desk, the information now projected onto the wall, large enough to see the whites of the eyes of the profile picture staring back at the detective.