Court Dates

Part One

Shaking his head he glanced down at his hands he had placed in his lap, the cold metal of his handcuffs made him shiver. The orange jumpsuit that he wore was damp - he had had nightmares the night before.
It was 2008 when the incident happened. He was just a small boy. So much had changed since then. It was his first job, and his last, he never knew it would be that way though. It was a kitchen job, a kitchen porter, basic pot wash job. Simple pay but good pay for a 16 year old it helped him get by.
He lived a basic life went to school and did well in general. He passed all his exams and went onto college as a catering student. He did his 3 years and passed with flying colours. Catering was his true passion. He worked his way up the pecking order and was the patisserie chef to the stars. Was. That was before he was in a prison cell, solitary confinement until his trial.
A large shadow loomed over his cell. It was time.
The court room was smaller than he had imagined. His family sat in the balcony above ready to watch the trial. The jury sat on the right hand side as he walked in their notebooks in hand ready to make judgements. His lawyer sat opposing to the defence attorney who was sat next to the 'witness'. The sound of protesters outside defending the witness.
"All rise, court is in-session the Honourable Judge Morgan now presiding."
As he slowly stood up a small white man dressed in a suit covered by black robes from his shoulders to the floor walked in with a Bible in hand he placed it on the stand and sat in his plush black leather chair in the middle of the court room.
The witness took the stand and softly placed her hand on the Bible in front of her as she read the sheet sat next to the Bible. "I swear that the evidence that I shall give, shall be the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help me God."
"Can you recall the events that took place on the morning of the 7th June 2008?"
"I walked into the restaurant for the beginning of my shift at 8:00am and I saw him standing over the body just staring at it. As soon as he heard me he turned round looked me in the eye and ran passed me out the door quicker than a flash."
He laughed and shook his head. "Something funny?" The judge glared at him.
"Nothing your honour. I just thought she swore to tell the truth and she isn't." "Objection your honour!" A voice arose from the left of him. "How do we know he isn't telling lies?"
"Silence in the court!" His voice boomed for such a small human being which shocked the whole courtroom into silence. "Continue" he said to the girl at the front. "He was covered head to toe in blood" she shuddered.