I did it but they had no proof – only circumstantial evidence. There was a vote against first degree because “ill intent” was not proven. Four men, eight women recommended twenty years for second degree and called it justice. Justice! Me, smug and guilty as sin; her, dead and wholly innocent.
Big Blue walked me, shackled and handcuffed, out the door. A sudden startling light appeared above the temple spire. The Lamp of the Supreme Judge!
I cried out: “Please, put me back into the hands of a jury. Let me plead guilty. Let me beg for mercy. Mercy, not Justice.”
Written for Rochelle’s 100 word picture prompt, Friday Fictioneers. https://rochellewisoff.com/