not a fanfic blog or anything..
so i'm walking through this church. only reason for that is it's a shortcut. everyone uses it, well a lot of people. otherwise you have to go down the steps, then along, then up the other steps.
i see him, spot him for what he is. got to keep calm, not quicken my pace, not give him an excuse. running would be suicidal - "he was trying to escape sir".
the hand on the shoulder. i don't remember what he said. he didn't need to say anything, i knew i'd been caught. maybe "come with me". no choice. i'm not very big, not very strong, not in a condition to fight anyone. not sure if he identified himself. usually they do in my experience but i've heard of times they haven't, like that guy they shot on the underground for having dark skin, after the tube/bus bombings in London. i don't see a gun but i know he's armed. so many of them are these days aren't they? however much they try to pretend otherwise.
he takes me back to the end of the church where i came in, some sort of reception area. nicely cushioned seats with velvet upholstery, floor to ceiling glass, some of them doors some not, leading to the outside. an accomplice waits. they start questioning me there and then. i don't remember being cautioned. they've got some of my clothing, some of the stuff i was wearing - how? i'd taken it to be cleaned afterwards. i wonder if it has been. they misidentify something, a football scarf but it's not what they say it is. hah! that's a mistake they might pay for, when it comes to trial. where's my solicitor? i haven't been offered one. maybe it's too serious for that, or a trial. it was just a bit of fun, a joke. now it's all got out of hand.
they're questioning me. one of them has a handgun. he's waving it about dangerously. there's a dog, not very big. not sure now if it was mine or theirs. maybe it was just a dog.
there's a loud bang. someone's been shot. i look around to see who. not me, one of the coppers. not fatally, but he's slumped across a table in front of me. i don't know at this point where the shot has come from but, you know, it happens so quickly and so slowly, at the same time.
this guy appears, at the entrance i was marched through. he has a gun - a shotgun or a rifle, i don't know. i'm a bit busy with the trying to curl up into a small ball and not be shot. at some point i'm aware of the others, who've pulled aside the curtains behind the seats that i and the other copper are now curled up on. they're masked. i don't know what kind of masks. sometimes it's best not to take in too many details. if i survive this with my life i don't want to be too useful a witness, know what i mean? might be bad for my health.
i still don't have much of a clue what's going on. why are these people here? have i somehow got mixed up in something bigger than i planned? i wonder how. but back to the guys with the guns. about five of them. looks like they haven't finished with what they came to do. suddenly the cowering wretch next to me shouts out "shoot them and leave me alone!" so i shout back "what? i'm not even a copper!" - sometimes it's good to make clear which side you're on. i sense the guns pointing away from me. i'm not out of this yet but i feel less of a target than before.
i wake up. my heart is pounding, my breathing difficult, my head disoriented. it's dark which is confusing as it was getting light when i went to bed. there's loud banging, and a male voice shouting. i grope for my glasses, so i can see the clock. it's 7 a.m., the time the police call. more banging, a fist on glass. not the sort of knock to be ignored. not sure if it's on my windows or not, i can only tell it's not on the windows of the room i'm sleeping in. i stumble to the kichen wearing just my glasses and the short thin Rolling Stones 81-82 world tour t-shirt i've been sleeping in the last few nights. no-one there. it's pissing down outside, which together with the time explains the darkness. there's thunder. instinctively i put the kettle on - always wake up with a parched mouth when i have a cold.
there's more banging. i go back to the kitchen, look to see if there's a police car outside, or if i can see what else is causing the noise. after a while things become clear, well, as clear as they're going to be. someone has called round to wake my neighbour, who i overheard telling someone last night that he's in court for alleged assault, and they depart together.
i switch on my computer to write this down, and roll a cigarette. i know i won't be able to sleep again until i slow my heartrate and get this out of my head.
i later discover that in my confusion i've put two teabags in my cup instead of one. unusual for me to do that, but second time in two days. there's still heavy rain, and thunder. a police siren passes in the near distance. i've had three hours sleep. This is how i start the day in my kingdom [heh, old Bonnie Prince Billy (Will Oldham) song].
i finish my tea and my third cigarette and press Enter.
i see him, spot him for what he is. got to keep calm, not quicken my pace, not give him an excuse. running would be suicidal - "he was trying to escape sir".
the hand on the shoulder. i don't remember what he said. he didn't need to say anything, i knew i'd been caught. maybe "come with me". no choice. i'm not very big, not very strong, not in a condition to fight anyone. not sure if he identified himself. usually they do in my experience but i've heard of times they haven't, like that guy they shot on the underground for having dark skin, after the tube/bus bombings in London. i don't see a gun but i know he's armed. so many of them are these days aren't they? however much they try to pretend otherwise.
he takes me back to the end of the church where i came in, some sort of reception area. nicely cushioned seats with velvet upholstery, floor to ceiling glass, some of them doors some not, leading to the outside. an accomplice waits. they start questioning me there and then. i don't remember being cautioned. they've got some of my clothing, some of the stuff i was wearing - how? i'd taken it to be cleaned afterwards. i wonder if it has been. they misidentify something, a football scarf but it's not what they say it is. hah! that's a mistake they might pay for, when it comes to trial. where's my solicitor? i haven't been offered one. maybe it's too serious for that, or a trial. it was just a bit of fun, a joke. now it's all got out of hand.
they're questioning me. one of them has a handgun. he's waving it about dangerously. there's a dog, not very big. not sure now if it was mine or theirs. maybe it was just a dog.
there's a loud bang. someone's been shot. i look around to see who. not me, one of the coppers. not fatally, but he's slumped across a table in front of me. i don't know at this point where the shot has come from but, you know, it happens so quickly and so slowly, at the same time.
this guy appears, at the entrance i was marched through. he has a gun - a shotgun or a rifle, i don't know. i'm a bit busy with the trying to curl up into a small ball and not be shot. at some point i'm aware of the others, who've pulled aside the curtains behind the seats that i and the other copper are now curled up on. they're masked. i don't know what kind of masks. sometimes it's best not to take in too many details. if i survive this with my life i don't want to be too useful a witness, know what i mean? might be bad for my health.
i still don't have much of a clue what's going on. why are these people here? have i somehow got mixed up in something bigger than i planned? i wonder how. but back to the guys with the guns. about five of them. looks like they haven't finished with what they came to do. suddenly the cowering wretch next to me shouts out "shoot them and leave me alone!" so i shout back "what? i'm not even a copper!" - sometimes it's good to make clear which side you're on. i sense the guns pointing away from me. i'm not out of this yet but i feel less of a target than before.
i wake up. my heart is pounding, my breathing difficult, my head disoriented. it's dark which is confusing as it was getting light when i went to bed. there's loud banging, and a male voice shouting. i grope for my glasses, so i can see the clock. it's 7 a.m., the time the police call. more banging, a fist on glass. not the sort of knock to be ignored. not sure if it's on my windows or not, i can only tell it's not on the windows of the room i'm sleeping in. i stumble to the kichen wearing just my glasses and the short thin Rolling Stones 81-82 world tour t-shirt i've been sleeping in the last few nights. no-one there. it's pissing down outside, which together with the time explains the darkness. there's thunder. instinctively i put the kettle on - always wake up with a parched mouth when i have a cold.
there's more banging. i go back to the kitchen, look to see if there's a police car outside, or if i can see what else is causing the noise. after a while things become clear, well, as clear as they're going to be. someone has called round to wake my neighbour, who i overheard telling someone last night that he's in court for alleged assault, and they depart together.
i switch on my computer to write this down, and roll a cigarette. i know i won't be able to sleep again until i slow my heartrate and get this out of my head.
i later discover that in my confusion i've put two teabags in my cup instead of one. unusual for me to do that, but second time in two days. there's still heavy rain, and thunder. a police siren passes in the near distance. i've had three hours sleep. This is how i start the day in my kingdom [heh, old Bonnie Prince Billy (Will Oldham) song].
i finish my tea and my third cigarette and press Enter.