The room was deafeningly quiet. The only sound was the constant hum that screamed at me from the light hanging above. My elbows were rested on the cold, hard steel table that was in front of me. I could not keep from wondering why they were making me sit in this room. Actually, I could not keep from wondering why in the hell they had picked me up at work in the first place.
Suddenly, the door burst open and the first words from the officers mouth were “Mr. Georges, we think that you stabbed and killed that poor girl”
*blogger’s note* This is my contribution to @velvetverbosity ‘s 100 word challenge at http://velvetverbosity.com/ . This weeks word is STABBED