The office was quiet after a moment when Sheriff Teller said, "You're one kind of man, Mr. Garrish."
"How so?"
He flipped through the document. "Says here you were a police lieutenant of the Los Angeles PD. Well regarded and decorated, like Desmond Doss if you will."
"Now that's just an exaggeration now." I raised an eye. "But is there something wrong?"
"No, just curious... but why'd you want a job here? You could just still continue with the LAPD."
"People has their reasons. I just want a change of scenery."
"Says here you're still single."
"Yeah. Haven't gotten partner nor any friends, closest one are just co-workers."
He cocked his eyes. "Ain't that a bit depressing? Living by yourself?"
"My dad was also a loner. He was a police lieutenant as well, ironically enough." I chuckled. "Like father like son, eh?"
"That's funny... but uh, says here that you're thirty-five, which's still young if you ask me... but you really don't wanna be a sheriff as well? Why be a lumberjack?"
"Like I said. A change of scenery is a change of everything about myself."
"Ah, poetic much." He stood. "Well, that's about it for the day." He looked around. "Well, it's already set in stone that you're perfect for the job... but uh, I'll let you have a week to explore the town if you want."
I smiled. "Appreciate it."
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The First Steps: Volume I
Short StoryFirst drafts of short fiction that I want to put out. Note that these are first drats, something that was written on the go with little planning.
