Nineteen Credible Witnesses
How many credible witnesses?
Not even close.
Hair color match?
Five different hair colors?
Sergeant flips open his notebook.
black, gray, brown, blonde, red, bald, afro, not sure….
Eye color? Did the witnesses agree on that?
“Two of them did.”
The sergeant gave the young detective a mean look.
“I will speak to them myself,” he said.
They were on their parent’s laps, kindergarteners.
“Did you see the guy?” He asked the first little girl.
“What did he look like?”
“He was a green unicorn with a fluffy pink tail.”
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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