I strolled into the courtroom with confidence, Benjamin a nervous wreck beside me, and we found our seats. The courtroom hummed with the chatter of the spectators, although the judge and jury were nowhere to be seen. Benjamin stared directly at the podium, a bead sweat dripping down his face. He gulped nervously.
"Calm down. You look suspicious." I told him, leaning over to speak into his ear.
"I can't, Vic. I'm freaking out."
"I know, and so does everyone else in the room. Remember, this is just like any con. Convince the jury of your story. Stay calm. Focus."
"You know what you're doing right? You read up on this?"
"Yes, Benjamin. I know what I'm doing," I lied.
The judge sauntered up to the podium. He wore long black robes, thin-brimmed glasses, and an utter distaste for life. I heard Benjamin hyperventilating beside me.
"I don't think I can do this," he said.
"Yes, you can. You must."
A voice called us to rise and the room went silent.
© A.G. Travers 2015
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Charade
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