"Excuse me," Knightley turned intrigued at the demand. "Mr. Keeley that is the entire point of this exercise, for me to present your side of the story so they can decide whether what you did is punishable by the law of the land," Knightley explained to the weary shell of a man managing unsuccessfully to hold himself upright.
"Of course its punishable, I blew up a God damn yatch!" Travis smirked at the old man. "So you're confessing?" Knightley walked back to him.
"Yup, but I don't know how they are going to prove it."
"Whats that supposed to mean?"
"I'll tell you my story, the true story and then you figure out how to explain it to the jury?"
"I will tell them the truth Mr. Keeley,"
"Somehow I doubt that very much"
They walked out to the miniature mess hall and began an unexpected exchange. Damon Knightley didn't have an iota of an idea what was to unfold before him on this very casual lazy Wednesday.
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Kinetic
Science FictionDo you ever wake up to this feeling of falling over a cliff? Feeling the contents of your insides floating up against your chest, trying to force themselves out of the sink hole of your mouth? Have you ever experienced this sudden loss of dream memo...
