True Vine

It was mid-day, the mob was angry for some reason. He had just got off the plan and was touring the town. Homeless Man they were hollering at him. He was stunned by what all he saw. He made a quick escape. You could see through the city all the people tucked up in bridges, under bridges, on the street corners, and in parking garages. He went into the gas station and got the soda from the app. Out of nowhere he could hear him. He was surrounded. The police had him by surprise. Tasers pointed at him, he through his hands up. Scared by what he saw.

“You pay for that!” The police officer hollered

“He probably still thinks he gets this.” The other one laughed.

The lot went empty as another police cruiser pulled up. They made the arrest. He was almost there, the arrest already been made, his hands bound behind him he wondered what it would be like he was pulled from the cop car and put into the holding cell with the others. His mind still racing from what had happened to himself. Not knowing where his friend went and what happened to his possessions. The day was made rough. The cop kept smiling at him.

“Your stuff will be held in property!” She said as she searched him again, with his hands cuffed to the bench.

“Okay.” He said weak from the arrest, his body still sore from the gravel.

They started to load him up, again. Him and the other five. They put them in the back of a van. It was completely dark. They could see nothing in front or behind and on neither side. It seemed far away they couldn’t tell anything as they prayed inside. The back of the van that carried them along the way. The feeling of fear was like no other as the one that sat beside him went rabid.

“We are here!” The cop said.

They were grateful it was over. The ride was to long. The light outside had became blinding as the door swung open. One by one they were pulled out and away into the barbed wired holding area. Where they had to wait to be counted and cleaned. They had took there numbers one after another. He had to await for trial. The room was cold as the day started in the wake. It was very different in feel with breakfast coming around with the inmates that had to work through there stay. He was trying to figure out when he would start. He was in regular prison wear as he noticed the others getting rallied from the new inmates.

“Hey what time is it?” He asked the inmates pushing the cart.

They had just stared than put there heads down. He started to knock on the door as they were doing there rounds. He almost made it back to sleep when the door opened, it was lunch time as the day was going fast without knowing they had no answers for him he had to fight to call his attorney, the arraignment was close. He had finally made it to the his one phone call. He was glad it just kept ringing the numbers did not work. He stayed fighting as he made it to the court date. The judge herself was on camera as she set bail. He chose to stay and wait out to his court date. It was cold and damp in a way. He had finally made it to his court date. The judge had apologized then set him free. It was late in the evening when he got let out still night outside, he had no clue where he was at. The fear had filled his eyes to the point of disbelief. It had turned out to be early when he had made it to a clock. The items he had with him still in the polices possession. It had started to rain. He had miles ahead of him.

“Oh, c’mon.” He whispered to himself as the people around him began to mock him.

His umbrella and poncho in his backpack at the station. The rain became rough as it went through his shoes. They got heavier on the way. A lady hollered out, at him in mockery, again. He was trying to make it through. It was cruel and crucifying. When he had made it to the prison they had let him know his stuff was at another location and gave directions for him. He began to walk outside of the place. The sun started to show through the clouds. He couldn't believe it after his rough morning.

“Hey, you need a ride?” a man hollered.

“No, it is just a close walk up to the place.” The former prisoner replied.

“Okay, are you sure?” He said again.

“Yeah, just a little bit ahead?” He said once more. “Thank you, though.”

“Always.” The man hollered as he drove away from him.

The day was turning better. He had finally arrived to the jail system. It was a lot different now from his arrest. While he was talking to them he had became surprised to believe what had happened. He had to go to the shelter to set up an appointment and wait for his stuff. It would take him at least three weeks. He headed to the mission and catholic church to visit Mother Teresa's sister. When he had got there they had no phone, but could feed and house him. The sun had started to hurt his eyes. The church he was sent to was beautiful. The pain in his side was still there he needed to use the phone to set the appointment up. He needed his possession to get a job in the city. Miami was huge and dangerous with people able to live on just crime alone it had a scary feel to it.

“Hey, I’m here to use a phone?” He said bold as they watched him.

“Here let us take you to the backroom really quick.” The receptionist said as the guy lead him around.

He had sat him down to start the photo process to get him an id he took his driver license from him and gave it back. The process was short and sweet. He could not help, but wonder what was going on in todays world. They sat him out and feed him breakfast. They had denied him on using the phone. He had to make friends in this place to get his stuff out from the jailer. He though about all that had happen to in the walk from it all. All he could do was walk. Thinking about his stay in the jail. Thinking about what all has happened to him. All he could do was walk circles around and wait. He felt as if he was being followed at times he rested by the hospital.

“Hey.” He heard from behind him.