by Miki Byrne
Enter the drug squad. Quiet, stealthy.
Plain clothes and hand-cuffs.
Blue latex pulled tight over flexing fingers.
Standing in a group, talking soft as a breeze.
Men and women waiting. Outside a house
with blinds drawn and a closed look.
Early morning but not like on TV.
No door battering, yelling, pushing posse.
No screaming response. Half at the front.
Half at the back. Door opens upon a silent shuffle.
A sleepy half-struggle ensues.
Bare chest and gritty eyes
A hand with splayed fingers upon a close-cropped head.
Guiding him into the back of the car.
A slow drive off. Behind closed doors blinds are raised.
The morning sun enters to spotlight the activity.
Glimpses of lifted articles flash like items at an auction.
Privacy is forfeit. In the distance, the car grumbles off
into the soft summer air. The door has closed behind them
before the rest of the street is awake.
Miki Byrne is the author of Nice Bits & Hissy-fits. She reads her work at festivals, on TV and radio.
The Pygmy Giant 
#1 by T Gyatso on August 12, 2010 - 10:00 am
Very interesting!
I enjoyed reading this!
#2 by Jennifer walmsley on August 12, 2010 - 10:56 am
enjoyed this. Visual and pacey.
#3 by S de Assaf on August 12, 2010 - 9:20 pm
I really like the feel of secrecy, bad things happening, faceless officials and people vanishing. Are they acting within the law and for the ‘people’ or do they have their own agenda? Excellent and very scary.