6851. WHAT FOLLOWS

WHAT FOLLOWS

The cape was in the dodge and what followed was 

entrapment: cops chasing kids chasing pellets chasing 

guns. You know how it used to be said  -  'kill 'em all,

let God sort 'em out.' Like a napalm cocktail in a

breakfast nook. I am so sad you were detained.

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'Here's the report and there's the reason.' The desk cop

was a nasty bastard too. I watched that mother come

struggling in, and he said 'Lady, you're kid's a real

problem case. I can't let him out yet.' She cried and

sat down. I stood up, 'I'm a reporter for the Herald,'

I said, 'and I'll have your neck.'

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They escorted me out, and all I could report is what

happened until then, until that moment when a shot

rang out, and the boy was dead.