Scarecrows… they look like scarecrows.
D.C. Scott Sutton tightens his grip around the railing facing the judge and the barristers..
Remembering, closing his eyes…
a young woman’s body, like Ophelia… or Evelyn.
He looks at the young man.
Imagines him dressed in a hoodie and not suited up.
It could be him… does it matter?… nothing but the truth… someone has to pay!
The shirt sticks to his skin… why wearing nylon?.
He clears his throat… faces the judge.
“Yes… your honor, I saw Mr. Abdi killing the victim”.
Tonight he would bring flowers to Evelyn’s grave.
The impressive setting reminded me of a courtroom. I’m curious how much of the story I intended to write that works. I imagined a backstory here and wonder what kind of story you see.
Friday Fictioneers is a blogging community. Rochelle is the godmother of this addictive challenge selecting the picture and setting the example.
October 24, 2018