Flash Fiction:

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Spirit.

In an instant seventeen men and women wearing badges and carrying guns swoop down on two vehicles.  Orchestrated chaos ensues.  Two suspects bolt in opposite directions.  A suspect’s three year old daughter screams hysterically.  An infant, oblivious to it all, is snuggled in his car seat.

Everyone gets handcuffed. Cops check to make sure they’re all okay…at least physically.  The mental anguish weighs heavily on at least two of them.  Can you imagine?  A drug dealer forced his teenage daughter to sell two pounds of meth with her infant in the car.  This crushes our spirit, yet we forge on.

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