The prosecution would soon come to rest but Mick had barely been listening. He was too busy wracking his brain for a left hook. He’d made his case but his opponent was cunning, and worse. She was persuasive. For all his efforts to make his clients case he could feel favor swaying away. If he didn’t give this Jury something to really chew on his client was gonna go down for sure. And that’s when he saw it
Looking past his beautifully intimidating foe he spotted something he should have noticed before but thanked his lucky stars he hadn’t caught it a moment too late. Good golly he might just get Miss Molly off scott free after all.
Now that her time allotted was well spent and past Trisha took her seat as the judge turned her gaze towards the defense. “Mr Gimples, your closing remarks?” The older woman asked.
“I had some prepared, yes, Your Honor” Mick rose to his feet. “But in lieu of that I’d like to call for a mistrial”
all eyes in the court turned towards him. Prosecutor Park stopped gathering her documents, the stanagrapher looked up from the court record, the Bailiff raised an eyebrow and Molly remained just as if not more lost. The judge simply glared “On what grounds?” half annoyed but half intrigued all the same
“The goal of any court of law is to determine facts and motives for a judge or jury of one’s peers to pass judgment, correct?” He began.
“That is the long and short of it, yes.” Rennabacs mood seemed to waver towards irritation. “What exactly are you getting at, Mr Gimples?”
“What I’m getting at is that we here today are missing a key element to a fair trial.” Mick took a second to take a quick drink of his water, tempted to appreciate the pregnant pause. But he dare not wait too long and overplay his hand. Rather, he simply said “Your Honor, the jury is a bunch of babies.”
All aforementioned eyes turned the other way towards the jury box. It was a ridiculous notion, all seven carefully selected jurors looked like full grown adults. But the longer they looked from one end of the seats to they other the less… grownup they all seemed.
Juror number one seemed a little spacey, bobbing in place arrythmically and looking around like everything was new to him. Juror two seemed to be taking proceedings more seriously, however all she could be seen to be wearing was a flowery pink bib/bonnet combo. Number three just sat there, sucking on his pacifier wearing some kind of dinosaur shirt. Four and five were playing a game of patty cake, one dressed in a nightie style dress with hair tied up in a frilly bow and some kind of sailor suit respectively. Number six was dressed rather maturely but the way she bent her foot up to teeth on the toe of her shoe was undeniably baby. And juror seven, a man wearing chunky overalls with a pacifier clipped on over a shirt declaring him “Mommy’s Favorite”, leaned to the left as if avoiding a stench wafting off of Six
Copyright 2000 - 2024 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.22 seconds at 3:04pm on Nov 25, 2024 via server WEBX1.
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author
