He brought her a blood-stained bouquet. She slammed the door and called the police. He stood on her lawn, stripped and cried. The police came and surrounded him. He summoned his inner thunder but it proved ineffective against the tasers.
His parole officer and his social worker were there when he came to. The charges had been dropped and he was free to go, if he took his meds right then and there and promised to keep taking them. He took and promised to take the rest. They knew he was lying, but the alternative was keeping watch over him.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Talk to me dude