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knightwriter · 10-02-2008, 03:51 AM

Standing behind her, the sheriff grabbed one of her arms and pulled it back behind her back. She felt the warm, hard metal of the handcuffs as it ratcheted snugly down on her wrist. He was going to cuff her which could only mean she was under arrest. More tears flowed freely. She was balling now. She could hear her own pathetic involuntary mewling.

The cop brought her other arm behind her back and cuffed her wrists together. The handcuffs were snug and the position of her arms was uncomfortable but neither caused her pain. Holding her upper arm, the cop walked her to his car where he opened the back passenger door. Kyla found her eyes drawn to the flashing rotating lights on top of the car. Up close she could see that they were white lights, spinning, shining through blue and red colored plastic. It wasn't the lights that were red and blue; it was the plastic around them.

The cop put her in the back seat and then closed the door. The vinyl was cold like water, even through the back of her shirt and through her skirt. From the back seat, Kyla watched as the cop took her purse out of her car. He closed her car door, and he had her keys in his hand. She recognized her blue and white bottle opener on the chain. He got into the front seat of the police cruiser, set her purse down on the front seat next to him and picked up the handset to his radio.

"One able four," he said, into the radio.

"Copy," said a mechanically distorted voice on the other end.

"Dispatch a tow for a silver 04 Toyota Camry on Fourth and Stewart," said the Sheriff. "I am plus one and heading back to east precinct," he said.
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"Acknowledged one able four," said the other voice. "Tow truck is on the way." The cop hung the hand microphone back onto the dash radio.

"You're towing my car?" Kyla asked. She had stopped crying now but her face felt flush and she could feel the saltiness of the dried tears caked onto her face.

"You just sit tight and keep your mouth shut," said the cop. Kyla complied.

Kyla looked at her Camry as the police cruiser pulled into traffic. She felt like she was abandoning it. The cop was silent as he drove, and so was his radio. The entire morning was so surreal Kyla could almost pretend that nothing was out of the ordinary and she was taking a cab ride. Except that her wrists were handcuffed behind her.

10-02-2008, 03:51 AM	#4
knightwriter Junior Member Join Date: Sep 2008 Posts: 18 Reputation: 24	Standing behind her, the sheriff grabbed one of her arms and pulled it back behind her back. She felt the warm, hard metal of the handcuffs as it ratcheted snugly down on her wrist. He was going to cuff her which could only mean she was under arrest. More tears flowed freely. She was balling now. She could hear her own pathetic involuntary mewling. The cop brought her other arm behind her back and cuffed her wrists together. The handcuffs were snug and the position of her arms was uncomfortable but neither caused her pain. Holding her upper arm, the cop walked her to his car where he opened the back passenger door. Kyla found her eyes drawn to the flashing rotating lights on top of the car. Up close she could see that they were white lights, spinning, shining through blue and red colored plastic. It wasn't the lights that were red and blue; it was the plastic around them. The cop put her in the back seat and then closed the door. The vinyl was cold like water, even through the back of her shirt and through her skirt. From the back seat, Kyla watched as the cop took her purse out of her car. He closed her car door, and he had her keys in his hand. She recognized her blue and white bottle opener on the chain. He got into the front seat of the police cruiser, set her purse down on the front seat next to him and picked up the handset to his radio. "One able four," he said, into the radio. "Copy," said a mechanically distorted voice on the other end. "Dispatch a tow for a silver 04 Toyota Camry on Fourth and Stewart," said the Sheriff. "I am plus one and heading back to east precinct," he said. ; "Acknowledged one able four," said the other voice. "Tow truck is on the way." The cop hung the hand microphone back onto the dash radio. "You're towing my car?" Kyla asked. She had stopped crying now but her face felt flush and she could feel the saltiness of the dried tears caked onto her face. "You just sit tight and keep your mouth shut," said the cop. Kyla complied. Kyla looked at her Camry as the police cruiser pulled into traffic. She felt like she was abandoning it. The cop was silent as he drove, and so was his radio. The entire morning was so surreal Kyla could almost pretend that nothing was out of the ordinary and she was taking a cab ride. Except that her wrists were handcuffed behind her.