A kiss and run
“This is an illegal detention, officer!” I dash into an alleyway and grab an abandoned shopping cart to fling at the entrance.
“And I’ll lock you up for years!” He hops over the shopping cart and continues to pursue my fleeting form.
“It was all consensual, you know— she really liked it, actually!”
The roar of frustration behind me is music to my ears, but it also spurs my feet to run faster. I dip into shadows and turn corners. I slide along slick pavement and hide behind a dumpster. The police officer’s footsteps come to a stop and I hold my breath. They slowly splash puddles farther and farther away. I wait a moment longer before slinking out of the darkness.
I make my way back to the main road where cars are honking and shoving each other out of the way. I take a step in the direction of home— then something grabs my collar.
“You’re coming with me,” he says. He tugs on my collar as if I’m a dog.
“Your daughter is old enough to make her own decisions, you know. We have a special connect—.”
“Hurry up before I tase you.”
“Is it because I’m a girl, huh? Scared I’m turning your daughter gay?”
He pulls extra hard, making me choke. I get tossed in the back of a cop car, and of course there are doughnuts in the front seat.
“Yeah, she wasn’t like this before she met you.”
“Yeah, well maybe you don’t know her as well as you think.”
He roughly cuffs me, making sure they’re extra tight.