Holding Cell

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Seven AM.
Knock at the door.
Police.
One, two, three....
too many to count.
Invaded.
Warrant?
No answers.
Handcuffs.
Miranda Rights.
Searching my things.
Warrant.
My daughter is sleeping.
I am crying.
Forced to get dressed with watchful eyes.
Daughter sent away.
News cameras.
No comment.
Long ride to jail.
Mug shot.
Puffy eyes.
Finger Printing.
Holding cell.
Overnight.
No visitors.
Is she alright?
What will happen to me?
Next day bail hearing.
More cameras.
Family is there waiting.
Crying.
Trapped for how long?

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lovercat2942lovercat2942over 15 years ago
Very good

Very nice expression of the mind set in a situation like this, the issues involved, etc.

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