Check your locks
Heavy knocking on a door near mine. Probably across the way and definitely up a flight of stairs. The door opens and there’s pounding down the stairs.
A voice, hoarse but loud. “Hey!”
Sounds of glass breaking, and someone running by my door.
Again, the voice. “This is the police! Get on the ground, get on the fucking ground! Drop it!”
Then some loud thuds, sounds of a tackle. Lowered voices, where the words aren’t clear but the tenseness of the tone shines through.
A car door closes, and a vehicle slowly drives away.
God, I’m glad I live here.
A voice, hoarse but loud. “Hey!”
Sounds of glass breaking, and someone running by my door.
Again, the voice. “This is the police! Get on the ground, get on the fucking ground! Drop it!”
Then some loud thuds, sounds of a tackle. Lowered voices, where the words aren’t clear but the tenseness of the tone shines through.
A car door closes, and a vehicle slowly drives away.
God, I’m glad I live here.
posted by Rehkmira @ 03:42
1 Comments:
At Tuesday, May 09, 2006 3:55:00 AM,
Rehkmira said…
Note: No, I don't know what happened. What kind of idiot do you take me for? I'm staying put. I happened to be in the process of unlocking my front door to take out the trash (some break from writing, eh?), but do you know how happy I am that I didn't make it outside?
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