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August 1st, 2006, 07:17 PM
#1
Senior Hostboard Member
And it was right there,
Where they were sitting.
The white trash brother and sister,
Underage & sitting with their even trashier mother,
In court for the umpteenth time.
The kids sat solemn, the mother smiled.
The teenage girl who'd been caught drinking,
ready to defy the law,
talking loudly with her girlfriend,
about how she would never pay her $200 fine.
She was a rebel with a cause.
The working man,
with what appeared to be his teenage son.
Both were silent,
but the slices on the leather,
of the fathers steel tipped boots spoke volumes.
Hard working man trying to keep up.
Old men weilding guns,
chatting (with chuckles) about this and that,
never looking into the faces,
Of the people that stood around them.
Guarding the door; guarding justice.
The moderately aged secretary in the back,
sat typing away.
Legal documents I suspect,
trying to keep everything flowing smoothly,
and all the people content as can be.
The calls from down the hall,
faceless man with a boisterous voice.
He called out name after name,
and each group of real American citizens stood,
proceeding down the corridor into the courtroom.
And it was right there,
where they sat.
<font color="#00FF00" size="1">[ August 01, 2006 04:18 PM: Message edited by: Hannibal ]</font>
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August 2nd, 2006, 09:17 AM
#2
Inactive Member
Hmmmmm.....did you recently have to go to court? The descriptions of all the people are very realistic. I think my favorite image is of the gurards guarding justice.
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August 7th, 2006, 02:16 PM
#3
Senior Hostboard Member
Yah, with the new job I go to court somewhat frequently...
Which is just "hurry up and wait" type stuff... so it sucks. But I've noticed there seem to be those "token" type people at every courthouse I've gone to yet...
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September 3rd, 2006, 02:58 AM
#4
Inactive Member
it's more of a short story... you should have formated it that way [img]smile.gif[/img]
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September 3rd, 2006, 03:04 PM
#5
Senior Hostboard Member
It wasn't supposed to be a short story...
Nor had I hoped it would read as a short story...
It was just supposed to be observations from sitting on a bench at a courtroom.
I didn't think it had any story type movements to it, but... maybe it did?
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