18+ The policewoman at the front of the Court is trying to catch my eye. I have a thing for women in uniform. It's what attracted me to my wife. That night we met at the pub across the road from the hospital where she worked as a nurse. I couldn't stop fantasising about the front zip on her uniform.
The policewoman is mouthing something, her lips forming the words, "Guilty or not guilty?"
I shake my head vigorously (partly to banish thoughts of my wife's zip and the policewoman's lips) and mouth back, "Not guilty." She shuffles some papers before signalling the same query to the beefy bloke sitting beside me.
"Not guilty," I hear him mumble. But in his too-tight suit, I measure up "Beefy" as guilty as charged. The policewoman shifts her attention to the next case, a fifty-something woman dolled-up like she's come to Court from a seniors' escort agency. "Not guilty," she whispers huskily.
"Ha!" I want to laugh aloud. But I feel like crying, too, because the policewoman must be prioritising cases. And I realise, the more who plead "not guilty", the longer I could be stuck in Court.
I close my eyes and try not to think about "Beefy" sweating beside me or "Dolled-up's" wafting perfume. Or my wife or the policewoman. Instead, I rehearse my defence for the unpaid parking fines.
"It's an honest oversight, Your Honour," I'll explain. "I forgot to change my address when my wife and I separated."
I'm banking on a sympathetic judge. But it's nine months since the separation, and I should have updated my address by now.
The truth is, I've hoping my wife and I can smooth out our rocky relationship. It was my fault. I should have been more attentive. If only she'd occasionally slipped into her old nurse uniform!
The judge enters the Court, and proceedings begin. The policewoman has prioritised "guilty" cases, with the judge dispensing fines and sentences like an assembly line worker. And then it's the turn of those of us pleading "not guilty".
The policewoman calls "Dolled-up" first, charged with hitting an escort agency client over the head with an umbrella. (Ha, I was right!)
"He made an improper suggestion," she asserts indignantly. And after querying the "suggestion", the judge records a good behaviour bond without conviction.
"Beefy" is up next, charged with stealing a car. (Ha, again!)
"I only borrowed it," he protests. "I meant to leave a note but I couldn't find a pen and paper." I'd expected "Beefy" to thunder like Thor. But he pleads his innocence in a squeaky childlike voice that sounds like he's been sucking on a helium birthday balloon. And the judge takes pity on him.
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Finally, it's my turn. Taking the stand, I try not to glance at the policewoman and instead stare out at the others also waiting to plead "not guilty". I think of "Beefy" and "Dolled-up" and my wife and the policewoman.
And I feel the Court's judgement.
© 2021 Robert Fairhead
- The story must be set in a COURT of some kind
- Include a character who measures something
- And contain the words BALLOON, ROCK and UMBRELLA. (Longer variations were acceptable.)
After writing and submitting the story (my seventeenth straight entry), I shared a blog post on Tall And True about the experience, Writing True Sentences. I revealed recalling Ernest Hemingway's advice to writers to write one true sentence. And how I started my story with, "The policewoman at the front of the Court is trying to catch my eye."
I had a COURT setting and an opening scene to build upon with more true sentences, half-truths and pure imagination. For example, it's true a policewoman once tried to catch my eye in Court and mouthed, "Guilty or not guilty." But my wife's never been a nurse. However, I dated a nurse before my marriage, so that part was a half-truth. The rest is imagination.
As for BALLOON, ROCK and UMBRELLA, I felt confident I'd find a place for the first two words. But I sweated on the third until it occurred to me why "Dolled-up" might be attending Court.
In the Writing True Sentences blog post, I also quoted George Saunders, who observed, "A short story will undergo hundreds of edits. It's done when it's done. I know it when I see it."
It's the same for me and my stories. A shiver ran up my spine when I wrote the last sentence, "And I feel the Court's judgement." That spine-tingling feeling is how I know when "it's done"!
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You might also like to read another of my recent Furious Fictions, A Free Spirit.
A middle-aged dad and dog owner, Robert is a writer and editor at Tall And True and blogs on his eponymous website, RobertFairhead.com. He also writes and narrates episodes for the Tall And True Short Reads podcast, featuring his short stories, blog posts and other writing from Tall And True.
Robert's book reviews and other writing have appeared in print and online media. In 2020, he published his début collection of short stories, Both Sides of the Story, and in 2021 Twelve Furious Months, twelve short stories written for the Furious Fiction writing competition.
Outside of writing, Robert's favourite pastimes include reading, watching Aussie Rules football with his son and walking his dog.
He has also enjoyed a one-night stand as a stand-up comic.