The night was dark – the clouds were surrounding the city like an ominous fog, drenching the streets with heavy black rain thick as tar. A man in a trench coat stayed close to the building’s shadows to keep his face easily hidden. His eyes wondered down the street, past the man in a blue uniform carrying his baton in one hand underneath the plastic poncho that kept him mostly dry. His stride was long and he seemed to have a slight limp in his left leg. He pushed his small body off the bricks that held the building’s structure before crossing the street. He crossed safely, but before he could turn back onto the sidewalk, another man bumped into him. He eyed the man that bumped into him with a glare that angered the man. The officer looked up from his spot, and squinting to see through the rain, watched with a grimace on his face at the scene that was about to take place. He walked over to break up the fight just as a shot rang out. To his right, a woman fell holding her arm, with a scream that would hang in the air for minutes.
March 23, 2011 - 12:00 am