Mercy “But it was for mercy,” I wanted to scream. My wrists ached from the handcuffs which bit into my skin. My head spun with the cadence of blue which cast a blipping light into my retina as I stared out the window of the police car. Didn’t even Jesus himself say, “Blessed are the merciful, for they shall be given mercy?” I had learned my lesson with the squirrel. Didn’t they know that I had made my mistake before? I could not do it again. It had been...

Mercy “But it was for mercy,” I wanted to scream. My wrists ached from the handcuffs which bit into my skin. My head spun with the cadence of blue which cast a blipping light into my retina as I stared out the window of the police car. Didn’t even Jesus himself say, “Blessed are the merciful, for they shall be given mercy?” I had learned my lesson with the squirrel. Didn’t they know that I had made my mistake before? I could not do it again. It had been...