COURT SCENE
The atmosphere was utterly silent. After a heated debate, the
judge was kept busy like a bee as he had to compile evidence and statements
from both sides. As the clock ticked by, everyone was seen fidgeting nervously
as they grandly awaited the final verdict by the judge.
Most of the eyes in
the dusty , old room gazed upon
the wise man wearing a curly , white wig , depicting great
figures such as Newton and Voltaire . Others looked down at
the floor in desperation, especially the convicted. A calming, tranquil
painting of giraffes by the sunset hung above the judge’s head, which had zero
effect in this case as no one had come to a court, leaving their livelihood, to
gaze at a spectacular, ineffective work of art.
The benches behind the main stage were certainly flocked
by people , all in an alert state
but none discussing their state of mind
with the other. Sharply dressed lawyers – gold studded watches, polished
boots and matte black suits – were the only ones who were used to such uncomfortable,
awkward situations – they seemed to be the only two people who could keep their
calm in this life defining moment.
A sixth sense floated around that the convicted is actually
guilty, and its intensity could be felt in the eyes of the invited spectators.
All looking at him , but displaying
diverse facial expressions -
from sheer disgust of raping a mother of two , to the fierce anger of how a
shaming such an act can prove to be , it
could be all be felt through
the windows of the soul.
Done by Ambar K.
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