Twelve of them, bookended by two biggies; their voices lost to me up on the fourth floor. Colored dots maintaining six feet of separation. A biggy barked an order — the line would halt. Distracted, some bumped into others who pushed back, arms rigid like stop signs.
One red-capped rebel purposely charged forward, tantalizingly close to an outraged neighbor, scolded by a biggy, then marched to the back of the line — kept safe.
I'd be like him: defiant, energetic, disruptive. Never thought I'd finish my days locked up, denied life.
"For your own good," they said. "So you can stay safe."
One red-capped rebel purposely charged forward, tantalizingly close to an outraged neighbor, scolded by a biggy, then marched to the back of the line — kept safe.
I'd be like him: defiant, energetic, disruptive. Never thought I'd finish my days locked up, denied life.
"For your own good," they said. "So you can stay safe."
