Creative Writing Journal 4
David Colon

His arms began to waver from being in the air too long. “Officer, officer, I’m telling you that this is my apartment.”
“Okay, look,” the Officer said, “We received a call that there was an attempted burglary in the area-”
“But sir, I’m telling you. This. Is. My. Apartment. Here, come here. I’ll keep my hands up. Put your hands in my right jean pocket. There, you’ll find my wallet. Then open my wallet, look for my I.D. My address should tell you that I live at 15 Eagle Avenue.”
The Officer hesitated, his gun pointed at the man.
“Come on man, please! I’m not lying to you!” the man pleaded.
The Officer sighed. “If you’re lying to an officer, you’ll be in even more trouble.”
“Come take a look then.”
The officer walked across the room, his shoes clanking against the floor. He reached into the man’s pants and clutched his wallet.
“Ooh! Officer Williams, that tickles!” the man giggled.
“Shut it,” the Officer replied. He opened the wallet, “Now let’s see. Hmm. Are you Jonathan Wright?” the officer asked.
“Yes sir, I am Jonathan Wright.”
“Of 15 Eagle Ave?” the Officer asked.
“Officer, yes, that’s me. I’ve been trying to tell you that.”
“I…was wrong, sorry about that Mr. Wright.”
“Listen,” the man said. “It’s all good, it was an honest mistake. I just need to catch a breath. Oh and Officer?” the man asked. “Can you please put your gun down?”
“Oh god, sorry about that. Listen, I have to go look for this burglar Mr. Wright, I’m sorry to bother you.”
“It’s okay Officer, goodbye now.”
The Officer walked away, easing the door to the apartment behind him. As soon as the door closed, the man whispered under his breath “Thank god he didn’t check the apartment number on my license.”