Matthew Whiteside

The Rise of Judges

Sitting dutifully erect, well barely, the Judge stares with wide eyes at its court. Witness after witness is brought before it, each more entertaining yet some how less convincing than the last. The Judge has seen this before, too many times to count, the same story, the same excuses and the same reasons why they should be allowed to live. The Judge is restless, having observed this song and dance since childhood nothing is new and because it doesn't surprise or delight any longer the Judge has no sympathy. Death. It roars, and nods off drooling a bit back to the next witness.