The Victim
?
No!
“Why?”
She asked
“Was it Me?”
The policeman stared.
“hand over your phone, please, lady.”
“Can you tell me why you were walking alone at night?
She looks helplessly around the bare white room; there is no help, there never is, will be.
Copyright © Terry Miller | Year Posted 2024
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