The Sheriff’s Troubles

Elena was a young but quick to the whip sheriff. All days were long and rough.

“Hey, you can’t be there.” Elena cried.

“ What I’m homeless fruit.” The homeless man said while laying in his tent.

“I’m the sheriff of the county.” Elena said loud “There’s shelters for you to go to okay.”

“No, I’m here now.” He said
“Not anymore okay your safe now.” She replied
He throw the tent at her and made a break for it on foot. She began to chase him while drawing her taser.



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Jeffrey Allison

Jeffrey Allison


Grew up in Oregon on the bay where I learn to live to write and read poetry where it ventured off into more story telling and how I got the chance to adventure.