Early in the MOURNing- Fiction
Early in the MOURNing I was sweating. My eyes darted around his desk. I look at his tricera-cop dinosaur mug, his framed photo of him and his heinous wife at the Olive Garden on their anniversary, and then back up at his round figure. I can’t figure out what to do with my hands. I wipe my clammy palms on my pants. “I need you to tell me everything that happened this morning as best as you can remember it. Remember, you’re not in trouble, we just want to figure out what’s going on,” Officer Kilby said to me from across the desk. “I want a lawyer.” I blurted, shifting in my seat. The room fell silent. Officer Kilby got up and left the room. I tried to remember everything that happened this morning. I tried to remember what to tell him. *** “Good morning stranger,” Tate greeted me as I walked into the teachers’ lounge for the first time in months. It was just as I’d remembered it, but nearly everything had fallen from the bulletin board that hadn’t been...