The Courtroom scene always plays out the same.
There’s the jury and the witness, the defendant
and the judge, and the prosecutor. The
judge sends out his hammered alert. Court
is in session. I'm seated at the defendants
table, nervously hoping my defense attorney will
make the hearing. It is the ongoing case
of Enmity vs.
Court Is In Session
The judge begins.
“I am now calling a witness to the stand.” He
clears his throat. “As you know you are brought
on the stand today in the defense of Enmity. I
would like to proceed by asking you a series of
I recognize the girl, but can't remember where
from. Something seems strikingly familiar about
her. The girl turns slightly my way and I cover
my mouth hiding the shock.
It was Madeline, my childhood friend of long
ago. Memories flash through my mind of times
long past sitting in the grass, giggling
together and dreaming about prince charming and
our castle in the sky.
The judge clears his throat loudly, shaking me
out of my deep thought, and proceeds. “How many
do you know that have known Enmity?” The witness
shifts in her seat.“I don’t know anyone your
honor who hasnot known
that love forsaken place.”