InnocentA Story by Jairah P.The door creaked open, and I saw an old man sat on a table full of
folders of documentation. With visible gray hair hiding beneath his cowboy hat,
he wore his freshly ironed uniform and golden sheriff medal. The office was quite cramped because of the boxes that surrounded him
everywhere. An old fashioned telephone rang, not once did he pick up the phone. I met his gaze. His cold, icy
stare made my knees stutter like the shivering of my teeth as I sat on one of
the chairs in front of him. Soundlessly, he sat up straight, arms crossed. All
I could hear was my heavy breathing, the pounding of my heartbeat and the noise
of the clock�"the sounds deafening to my ears. He soon then opened his mouth, “Tell me, did you steal it?” He leaned a
little bit towards me as I gulped and couldn’t find the right words. My square
glasses slid down onto my nose because of sweat. “It wasn’t me; it was Josh who
did it! I swear!” my voice hitched. His brows furrowed as he opened his drawer,
grabbed a piece of paper and a pen. He started scribbling words, and I knew I
would end up in jail. © 2018 Jairah P.Reviews
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3 Reviews Added on July 23, 2018 Last Updated on July 23, 2018 Tags: short story, passage, imagery, characterization, creative writing AuthorJairah P.PhilippinesAboutI'm a 17 year old student who dreams to be a writer someday. I'm not as great as anyone in this cafe, but I'm trying my very best to put much effort on it. Thanks for coming to my ted talk ! more..Writing
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