As part of a monthly writing group we are given prompts which we can use (if we wish) to write something for the following meeting. For this month, the prompts were ‘A Bridge To Nowhere’ or ‘Back to School’. There was thick fog, I remember. Cloud perhaps. Forest cloud, clinging…
This is just a bit of silliness: The courtroom was traditional, with polished wood panelling and dark green leather seats. The defendants were crowded into a boxed-off area, while to one side the spectator seating was full, though respectfully quiet. The judge sat high above everyone and was wearing a…