I hear sirens in the distance.
I am sitting at my kitchen table, the window is open, and police cruisers are going somewhere.
It’s probably a car accident, I think to myself.
Maybe it’s related to the pandemic. Maybe someone walked too close to someone else without wearing a mask, words were exchanged, and a fight developed.
What else could happen at 9:00 at night?
I don’t think it’s a domestic disturbance. Nearly everyone is home or indoors somewhere. Some reopened business workers might still be out, but they’re going home soon if they’re not home already.
If I lived in a more urban area, the police might be needed to assist with repelling the left-wing anti-fascists and the right-wing white supremacists, the two vocal fringe groups responsible for most of the rioting, looting, and gang violence in inner cities over the past week. While protesting is occurring everywhere, as it should, I haven’t heard of violence everywhere. Incidents seem to be centered in downtown regions with commercial and government buildings. Maybe I’m wrong.
The sirens are gone now. Wherever the police went, I hope everything is okay.