The police in this town will not arrive a minute too early. The call is dispatched, and our doors are already locked because they will not arrive in time. Thomas was alone. But there is no illusion, no folie a deux nor grand delusion. They will come, 1-minute, after everything is taken from us, including our will to continue to serve. Thomas reacts at angles he yet cannot begin to be bounded by, for jumps will free him of this world.
Hannah, or was it Sarah, even knows some karate and defiantly asks at every meeting whether we can stand up for ourselves.
“Can we use our skills to protect ourselves?”
Everyone snickers. There is no defense and admittedly, no hope.
Apparently this is not a novel nor locally unique problem. The stalwart enterprise we were all in has disintegrated into some corner store type peddling. The police have their own issues in this town and our grand design is not necessarily at the top of their priorities. Thomas put on his so-called jacket and squared off against reality.
He was a young man who said though, it seems that I know that I know, but what I would like to see is the I that knows me when I know that I know that I know.
Unearthing Treasures 