A Once Free Man

     As he heard the ring of steel against steel as the cell door clanged shut he thought about what had happened. He was in denial that he killed her. He never thought that he would do something like that. No one else did either. He wished he hadn’t done it. He wished that he could go back in time and undo what he did. He was under water. Not the kind that only goes down a couple of feet but the deep kind. Why did he do it? Why her? No one will ever know. There are probably a million questions that could be asked, but not a million answers could be given.

    One minute he was holding the gun the next he was being told his Miranda rights while being handcuffed. He was in the kind of shock about what had just happened that he was in a foggy haze, and didn't know what was going on. He tried to figure out what had happened as he passed out. He was out for the rest of the ride to the prison. A couple of days then passed.

   He was awoken that morning and was being told that he was being taken to his preliminary interrogation. The officer who told him this had unlocked the door and escorted him out of his cell and down the very long corridor. The officer swiped his id and punched in a numerical code. The large heavy metal door clicked open. They walked through and turned right and walked down another long empty corridor passing guards on their way. They stopped outside a room with a one-way mirrored window. The officer asked a guard standing nearby to come stand by the handcuffed man while he went in and talked to a couple of men in suits with badges hanging around their necks.

   The handcuffed man wondered what would happen knowing that he would be going in there and was going to be questioned. He wondered how everything would turn out.

   The original officer that had gone in the room came back out. He told the man that they were ready for him to come in and escorted him inside.