The Red Herring
The courtroom was standing room only. Reporters from every major newslink crowded in the rear with satcams poised and aimed, the air buzzing with pent up electricity. A solemn hush falling when she arrived, the room turned quiet as a sanctuary of prayer. We all held our breath in the stillness of the precious moments of her passing, the burnished wooden benches elevated to pews by her mere presence.
Comments (7)
Wow
Lovely!!!!
So loved it. Beautiful.
Beautiful & inspiring!
🌹❄️🌹❄️🌹❄️ beautiful haiku
❤️
Really lovely