More excitement and more boredom than I wanted
This evening, around 7:00, as I was walking home from the bus, with Raynedaze, I saw a police car sitting at the corner, in front of my house. A moment later, it took off at high speed. We wondered what was happening here, in my usually very quiet neighbourhood.
Moments after that was a series of bangs that sounded like gun shots. At least eight of them, probably more than twelve. It was not television so I did not count. The source of the sound was moving toward the intersection. I had to decide very quickly whether to get down near a building and try to be small or to get inside. The distance was such that I opted for home. I suggested that it might be well to remain beneath the window line.
Soon after, many police cars arrived in front of a house across the cross-street and about four or five doors down mine. More blocked off our intersection. Then a constable yelled that people should get indoors and away from windows.
There is still a police car on my corner.
It turns out (according to a news article) that someone had robbed a bank near the corner at which we'd descended from the bus and headed off behind the building. The bangs were shots. A man is dead. Presumably, the same man who went after the bank.
We spent a good, long time crouched or sitting low. We were unable to accomplish many of the tasks that I'd wanted to get to. When things were calm enough and the police were letting people through again, I went out to talk with a constable and ask about when they'd feel comfortable with Raynedaze leaving. He asked that we stick around for a while, in case they had any questions. I ended up giving a short narrative to a video and interviewer pair of news reporters who were standing nearby.
I made a quick chocolate cake for the officers who continue, guarding lonely crossroads in the middle of the night.
Moments after that was a series of bangs that sounded like gun shots. At least eight of them, probably more than twelve. It was not television so I did not count. The source of the sound was moving toward the intersection. I had to decide very quickly whether to get down near a building and try to be small or to get inside. The distance was such that I opted for home. I suggested that it might be well to remain beneath the window line.
Soon after, many police cars arrived in front of a house across the cross-street and about four or five doors down mine. More blocked off our intersection. Then a constable yelled that people should get indoors and away from windows.
There is still a police car on my corner.
It turns out (according to a news article) that someone had robbed a bank near the corner at which we'd descended from the bus and headed off behind the building. The bangs were shots. A man is dead. Presumably, the same man who went after the bank.
We spent a good, long time crouched or sitting low. We were unable to accomplish many of the tasks that I'd wanted to get to. When things were calm enough and the police were letting people through again, I went out to talk with a constable and ask about when they'd feel comfortable with Raynedaze leaving. He asked that we stick around for a while, in case they had any questions. I ended up giving a short narrative to a video and interviewer pair of news reporters who were standing nearby.
I made a quick chocolate cake for the officers who continue, guarding lonely crossroads in the middle of the night.