… and next week’s topic is Diet
SCRIBBLING WREN
The Dark Stranger
“No further questions your honour.”
Everyone on the jury knew Peter was guilty. They’d known as soon as they saw him before anyone had said anything. Their deliberation would be over in record time. An instant unanimous decision, I mean, despite the lack of evidence he’d admitted he’d done it.
And so he was found guilty.
A sentence passed that meant he would never, school sports day or not, find himself in a field again.
Unlike his older brother, Doyle who never visited, continued to work as a PE teacher and never once said thank you for taking the rap.
JARED
Rachel knew she was onto something big. Huge. It’s the only reason she would ever be at a football game, naked but for a trenchcoat and sneakers, trying to be inconspicuous. Her informant set up the meet: streak the game, get caught, meet the go-between.
A whistle, a flash of yellow, and everyone’s attention was focused on the other side of the field. This was it. She threw off the coat and sprinted for the field.
She was tackled by two security guards almost immediately. She felt the one holding her by the legs slip something into her shoe. Success.
RICHARD
Judged
Judge Nicholson was a tyrant. We all hated having to appear before him. Whether prosecuting, or appearing for the defence, you knew you were in for a hard time.
He would berate, belittle and abuse you in court, and act up, putting on a show for the jury, spectators, and the press.
We all hated being there.
But, not today. Today, we’ve all crammed into the courtroom, both as professionals, and filling the public gallery.
Judge Nicholson was being tried for public indecency, and we were there ensuring he got everything he deserved.
So, how does it feel, your honour?
LIZZIE
“Your Honor, I must protest.”
“Object?”
“Ok, object.”
“Grounds?”
The lawyer shuffled through his papers.
“Your Honor.”
“Counselor.”
“The thing is…”
“Yes?”
The lawyer shuffled through his papers again.
“Your Honor, I…”
“Counselor, I am losing my patience. If you object, you must specify the grounds for your objection.”
“The footage is inadmissible.”
“Why?”
“It’s a film reel. How are we supposed to…”
“Is that my problem, Counselor?!”
“I must protest, your Honor.”
“Object, Counselor, object. Get out of my courtroom. Out!”
And off the lawyer went, protesting all the way. He should’ve paid more attention at Law School indeed.
SERENDIPIDY
You’ve probably heard it said that there’s no honour among thieves, but that’s not strictly true.
It may be the case for those common petty thieves and robbers that clog up our prisons and pollute our neighbourhoods, but amongst those of us with more specialist skills – those of us in the business of stealing the life force from our victims – you will certainly find honour, and respect for each other.
It’s purely practical, of course.
For very obvious reasons, you really don’t want to upset somebody whose business is killing – it’s simple self-preservation.
Your honour, is your life insurance!
TOM
the instruments of question
What I do isn’t exact who I am. Who, goes around will a calling card saying Where from the Grand Jury we’re here to help. Further I’m what you would call a Juror Wrangler. Get alone little inquisitors. You, can not image how easy it is to get into major trouble indecorously opening your frilling mouth. As much as I try, someone, at some time, will say the worst thing possible. Then I find myself in the Judge’s chambers firing off a string of: Yes your honor, Yes your honor, never again your honor. I real should get a taser.
NORVAL JOE
Sabrina pushed her half eaten bowl of ice cream away, held up her spoon, and sat up straight. “On my honor as a junior member of the weather witch’s guild, I’m telling you that the clouds have revealed it to me that you are to be my lifelong companion.”
“Your honor?” Billbert asked. “You may be a junior member of the whatsit guild, but that doesn’t mean the clouds can tell you anything.”
She put down her spoon. “Don’t you see? When we touch, you make my powers so much stronger, I don’t even need the clouds to confirm it.”
Sorry things suck. Most likely there is not anything we go do to directly do to help. But As, to the Weekly Challenge what do you need us to do?
I must be as dumb as I look, because I can’t see how to leave a comment, but I’ll just leave mine in a reply to Tom’s. I really enjoy participating in the Weekly Challenge. Many of my most creative works have started from your prompts.
I’d like to say I would take over from you until you were back up to it, but I usually chew of more than I can bite and end up failing horribly. Besides, you’ve done a wonderful job since the beginning and I can’t see anyone doing it better.
Aside from that, I hope you feel better and get to the bottom of what’s getting you down.