The Sound Of Gun Fire

Lily Among Thorns Song Of Solomon 2:2 2nd Peter 3:3,

Going From Bad to Worse, Chapter 3,

Pages 108, 109

I was just a few yards away from the safe confines of the cornfields when I heard the sound of a police siren closing in fast from behind. I thought, Oh My God, No! The farmer’s called the police! But whatever the case, either I wasn’t fast enough or the police weren’t slow enough. The next thing I knew a man began to holler out from behind for me to stop running or he’d shoot!

Still determined to keep right on going and suffer the consequences, I kept right on running until he decided to make good on his word and the next noise I heard was the sound of gunfire. I could not make out if he were just firing a warning shot in the air or otherwise, but I wasn’t about to find out and took this as a sign to call it quits.

I then heard him quickly making his approach from behind, and as he neared, he yelled out to me to slowly put both of my hands on the top of my head. By the time it took me to comply, he met up with me and wasted no time in forcefully restraining my hands behind my back with handcuffs. Once this was accomplished, he grabbed hold of my forearm and led me in the direction of the squad car. Walking passed the farmhouse, I noticed another cop talking to the farmer. I knew in all likelihood he called the police, but I let this thought slip away when I was suddenly face-to-face with my up-to-the-minute fate. After the cop guided me inside the squad car to occupy the backseat, he made sure the car door was secure before moving on to take a seat behind the steering wheel, and then promptly went onto relay a message to whomever it may concern. I was apprehended, and editing out his filthy foul language, I will relay his annoyed chatter over the radio.

“She fits the description right down to the sneakers.” A woman’s voice then came out over the radio and, ignoring the cop’s rank discourse she replied all about her business.