One person knew what was going on.
The others didn’t.
Out of the six people in that room, only one person knew what had happened.
It was up to me to find out who.
Find out who’d done it.
I’d been here before, everyone would be lying about something, they always did.
”I haven’t done anything” would be the answer to most of my questions, or ”why are you asking me that?”
Well, I guess I have to get to work.
The guilty person won’t find themselves.
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Categories: flash fiction