Crush

Outside in the failing light. Seeing a friend being aimed at. Seeing the man in blue flashing his light on you, first time you have ever been told. “Put your hands up”. Telling you to stop as three more black and whites pull up to the scene, being told to turn around and keep your hands up, feeling his hand down youe side searching for weapons, seeing his shadow from the mini spotlight on the car. Feeling him bring your arm down and place a metal restrain on your wrist….And then the other. Being told to cross your legs and sit on the ground, being questioned, the first time being put in hand-cuffs and being told that you and your friend could’ve been killed or bitten is very strange and foreign concidering that you just had a gun pointed toward you…………Then Exhale