9 July 2012
I can imagine the sun setting over in a pink horizon somewhere. Not here. The sky is dark and smokey here and the city skyline invisible. Below, rows and rows of of blue men an women group at the end of the street, their dogs screeching like sirens to the other side. Dark hooded shadows full to the brim with hatred, have hundreds behind them.
The smoke almost blinds me now but I can peer at them advancing, purposeful. Every now and again someone backs away, but are shoved back into place among the hooded youths. They storm past towards the sirens and the helmets and the battle begins. A metallic 'click!' and the dogs shoot off towards the gathering threat, tails flicked behind them.
Set against bruit strength and numbers the blue raise their batons, poised and agile. Crash! That's it. Their calm smashed along with the last shop window.
The ash drowns my light and chokes the crow on my head. The blue can't win and they back off, but the swarm of hoods are unforgiving. Bats meet flesh and I cringe at the sound.
Why?! I small child! How could this happen? She howls in fear an tries to scramble out the wave of black terror. I can't help her. My metal pole is cemented and the crow still sitting on me brings death; wouldn't dare send it out there to her, so alone.
A hooded figure finds a brick and sends it high in my direction. I scream.
Riots • Opuss № I