I didn’t move. I’m not a hero, I’m not brave, and I’ve never stood up to anyone. I didn’t move. Rodnee was frozen too. I quickly glanced around, the old men were still playing cards, the boys were once again getting along, and I was almost certain that this was all a hallucination until I noticed the cop making his way towards Rodnee and the stubborn man chained to a tree. Rodnee, with her patched jeans and lip ring, barefoot, with four braids, was covered in an orange and green mess and the shock had knocked the earphones out of her ears. I just stared at her staring at the man as he turned away and went back to leaning on his tree and mumbling. Something inside of her must of broke because she shouted something I couldn’t hear and stomped off, earphones dangling by her side, a green and orange mess leaving a trail behind her. The cop didn’t pay her any attention as he passed and approached the man, his hand resting on his baton. I didn’t move and my eyes weren’t following as Rodnee left the park. It didn’t occur to me at all that she wouldn’t return. The cop said something and this time the man didn’t hesitate in attacking his intruder. He shouted what sounded like the same thing he had said to Rodnee and before the cop could retaliate, the man chained to the tree reached out and pressed two fingers into the cop’s neck. The cop dropped, motionless. The man returned to leaning against the tree and I decided it was time to get back to work.
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