COURTROOM - AUGUST 1903
You’ve lost so much. Your freedom, your identity, your Mildred.
All because of a murder you didn’t commit.
Whoever did it had the right idea, but why they had to do it on the same night as you were almost caught on, no one will ever know.
But they don’t know that. No one knows, or cares. You never killed a man. You never killed anyone.
As much as you’ve tried to tell them, they won’t listen to you.
The room is stiflingly hot, and you’ve cried enough tears to last a lifetime.
They won’t listen to a girl who has no real evidence.
If you told them it was a misunderstanding they would ask why your fingerprints were there in the first place. If you told them he tried to arrest you, they would ask why. If you told them it was because he knew your secret, you would be in bigger trouble for running from the law. If they asked you why you dressed as a man for so many months, and you told them about Mildred, you would be jailed just for loving her.
It all would come round full circle and you’d be imprisoned no matter what.
They are all much too biased to be allowed in a courtroom.
But what did you have left to lose? Nothing.
May as well rot in a cell than live without Mildred Densmore.
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MASKED ~completed~
Historical FictionA historical story about a young woman who is in love with another woman, but has to make sacrifices in order to be with her. A novelette / short story written by yours truly x
