Justice Served
Her hair was a tangled mess,
Her fingers bitten down to the nub
Make-up smeared and dripped from off her
Face from desperation and exhaustion
This is it
It’s time
The people were staring from the jury box,
Waiting to see what would happen next,
Murder in their eyes, practically twitching with anticipation
The defendant, an old priest with a scowl carved into his face
Sat at the front, his eyes trained forward, silently praying to God
Whilst a young widow's glare burned into his back, an image of her
Little boy in her mind, the helpless victim, her hands fidgeting in her purse
In a drone, the Judge spoke for the two lawyers to step forward
The rest was a blur
It happened all too fast
The young widow stood up, withdrew a Hi-Power Semi-Automatic
9MM Browning, aimed, and shot the priest square in the head
Three times.
Chaos. Screaming. The priest lying in a pool of his own blood
Running. Ambulances. Cameras flashing this way and that.
Calmly, the young widow walked out of the courtroom
Finally satisfied.
Copyright © Kristen Wallen | Year Posted 2010
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