Wednesday, March 23, 2005

Plot Bunny

His lawyer murmured something about appealing. The din from the crowd behind him mingled with the roaring in his ears. Guilty? He stared at the men and women in the jury box. How could they think he could do that to anyone much less to Sarah and the baby? How could the whole country?

The judge banged her gravel, sitting high above and safe behind the big wood desk. He guessed they weren't finished. Well, neither was he.

His lawyer tugged on him to sit down. He couldn't, they had to hear what he had to say. They were wrong. "You're wrong," he croaked. His voice cracked and he started again. "Sarah's killer is still out there. You just let them get away. I didn't kill Sarah or Lance!"

Peter fell back in his chair. The roaring in his head finally broke and he covered his face with his hands.

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