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Thursday, July 24, 2014

A piece out of ordinary

She blended in the
Metro milieu,
Eerily busy,
And
Always scurrying to
Meet deadlines.
Her civilian steps scuttled
Behind the
Black-and-white.
Shoulders ached
Under the handbag.
Reaching before time,
Settled herself
In last seat of last row
Of Room 324,
To escape the
Judge's sight.
A middle aged lady,
Soundlessly
Cleaning her nails
With an all-pin,
A man filling
Soon-to-be-drained
Water-bottles,
Two others
Discussing trivia,
Yet another
Busying himself
Behind the computer,
All of them,
Living
The best day of their lives.
Then the banter faded.
All rise.
The room turned
Into
An arena
And
The battle
For truth
Began.

Linking with 100 word song: American Authors: Best day of our lives

Linking with Velvet Verbosity: 100 words: Faded

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2 comments:

  1. PurpleMooseJuly 27, 2014 at 9:15 AM

    this I get - I face such a courtroom each month as part of my job. Truth is hard to find.

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