Losing me a little

Ricky

"Justice for the common man?" Amy asked the moment we got into a cab and got out of the parking lot.

Suddenly, the sun was hotter than usual and the heat was making our skin crawl badly, or maybe it was just the allegations finally getting to the back of our minds as the reality of tomorrow unfolding was becoming a near reality.

I wished for a cold glass of water to wash the anxiousness down my belle but I couldn't complain. We were lucky that we were still able to get into cabs without losing our comfort zone because the public was going to become too familiar with walking criminals soon.

"It was the only way to put it. It was the smartest move to make considering we might not be able to get a lawyer for our defense, so we probably would be handed over a shitty public lawyer who would rather have us in 50years in prisonment than actually put any effort into our case." I confessed.

This was reality, this wasn't a black lives matter movement, this was the plain works of patria