Literature
Turnabout Gassy
July 8, 1:59 PM
District Court
Courtroom No. 2
“I see no reason to doubt the evidence presented by the defense,” announced the judge, ready to hand down his verdict.
The defense attorney on one side kept a fairly calm tone; on the outside at least. Inside he was on the verge of jumping for joy. His co-counsel was nearly the exact opposite with her hands wrapped around her fairly hidden cleavage. The prosecutor on the other end, donned in his red outfit and neckerchief, sent a cold glare over to the lawyer.
“(This is it,)” he muttered to himself, “(After three long days, it’s about to finally be over.)