an alarming premise

Somewhere amongst the wind and the traffic noise I looked across Bell St to notice two policemen and one man. He struggled a little as they tried to place him against the back doors of their van, hands in the air. A moment later he struggled again, and I saw the exact moment of indignity as he was shoved on his knees and face-planted while they handcuffed him. The traffic flowed on. I tried not to think too hard about it all. When I looked back a minute later, the police van was gone.

Returning home to a house without power, I stared out of the first floor window for a while, watching trees blowing in the wind, passing aircraft, and the shape of the clouds’ underbellies. Later, as the daylight faded, I looked for lights coming from neighbouring houses. Was it just us, or wasn’t it?