Sitting on the floor of a dark cold cell, the day certainly did not start out this way. I woke up this morning to paddling steps and shouts. I opened my front door to find police putting barricades along the street. I rubbed my eyes, “What’s going on?”
The officer pushed me back inside my home, “Please remain inside, ma’am. No one is to leave their house until I get the clear signal.”
“But I deserve to know what’s going on. It’s my right.”
He spun me around and slapped metallic cuffs around my wrists, “That right is long gone.”
This story is written for 100 Word Wednesday.