A man slid into the courtroom, settling in the back as doors closed. Proceedings commenced.
The accused blamed husband’s infidelity for her misdeeds. Kenneth maintained his wife schemed to punish him, yet she had an affair. Mildred denounced the claim. The audience gasped.
Why murder a friend? Weren’t they close? Was Mildred envious of Ken’s flirtations with the elderly victim’s beautiful daughter?
“First degree murder,” the jury declared, eyes glaring at Mildred.
The latecomer left inconspicuously, as he did upon arrival. He pulled out a photo from his jacket.Tore it.
A wicked wind picked up pieces of Mildred’s face.
The accused blamed husband’s infidelity for her misdeeds. Kenneth maintained his wife schemed to punish him, yet she had an affair. Mildred denounced the claim. The audience gasped.
Why murder a friend? Weren’t they close? Was Mildred envious of Ken’s flirtations with the elderly victim’s beautiful daughter?
“First degree murder,” the jury declared, eyes glaring at Mildred.
The latecomer left inconspicuously, as he did upon arrival. He pulled out a photo from his jacket.Tore it.
A wicked wind picked up pieces of Mildred’s face.
