The Illusion of Escape

He turned his back to me, the fabric of his fake police uniform pulling taut across his broad shoulders as he strolled toward his cruiser. He walked with the arrogant swagger of a man who believed he held the world in the palm of his hand. I stared at his retreating form through the windshield. Pure adrenaline flooded my veins, hot and fast. I was not going to let them throw me into a gilded cage