What do you remember?
I remember it was hot that afternoon, real hot. I had my European History exam the following day. I just needed to study.
Did you see him – did he look suspicious?
Maybe I did see Mr Fisher, I don’t know. Even if I did, why would it mean anything? I didn’t know he’d been fired; I hadn’t heard the rumours
So that’s your story, you saw nothing?
First I saw was Principal Cortez lying face down on the grass – Mr Fisher kneeling at his side, weeping. That’s when I saw the bloodied knife. That bit I’ll never forget.
These words form my entry into this week’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge.