By The Bret M.W.
He worried with his fingernails. “Well, yes, I kind of know her…”
“Please continue,” the prosecutor said.
“It was summer… She was the first exciting thing in six years going to that park. We fed the pigeons… I always brought popcorn… Is she still blonde? Beautiful lips? It’s been so long.” His eyes smiled. “We met Sundays for two years, talking about family, dreams, her husband (I don’t think she killed him). I finally asked her for a date… She never came back… Will I get to see her again?”
The lawyer faced the judge. “I move to strike this juror.”
Oh, I love it!! I LOVED this story!!! Brilliant!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Great story! I was definitely preparing for a dark turn.
I loved it too….
A very good read.
Excellent (says this one-time criminal defense attorney – and current lover of fine fiction).
He doesn’t sound like a biased juror at all. Lol Really great story!
Nice work. Delineated a character in such few words. Great twist at the end.