Tracey L Alley's Blog – September 2011 Archive (1)

The room was stark; television on a stand in the corner, table and four chairs and nothing else.  Like ‘interview’ rooms in police stations all around the world, old George figured it was meant to be intimidating.  Thing was, at sixty-two going on for sixty-three, there wasn’t much left in the world that George found intimidating and he had nothing to hide.  He knew what had happened; knew what he’d seen and heard and if they didn’t believe him that was just their…