Wakisashi

Wakisashi

You call that a knife?” Lau­ren Cullen said, show­ing the offi­cer his Japan­ese sword.

Detec­tive Cap­tain Steven Vicente shook his head from side-​to-​side. “You told him that?” he said.

Lau­ren gave the offi­cer a smirk and shrugged his shoul­ders, say­ing, “Yeah, about a sec­ond before I pulled out my wakisashi.”

Wak­isashi?”

Like in those samu­rai movies,” Lau­ren said, twist­ing the sword by its handle.

Detec­tive Vicente gave it a sec­ond glance. He said, “And you keep it behind the counter?”

Not usu­ally,” Lau­ren said, “but I got this col­lec­tor com­ing over want­ing to take a look at it.”

By Vin­cent Holland

Inspired by the case of New Bed­ford gro­cery store clerk — http://​boston​.com

“You call that a knife?” Lauren Cullen said, showing the officer his Japanese sword.

Detective Captain Steven Vicente shook his head from side-to-side. “You told him that?” he said.

Lauren gave the officer a smirk and shrugged his shoulders, saying, “Yeah, about a second before I pulled out my wakisashi.”

“Wakisashi?”

“Like in those samurai movies,” Lauren said, twisting the sword by its handle.

Detective Vicente gave it a second glance. He said, “And you keep it behind the counter?”

“Not usually,” Lauren said, “but I got this collector coming over wanting to take a look at it.”

By Vincent Holland

Inspired by the case of New Bedford grocery store clerk – http://boston.com