100WCGU #93 The Wrong Girl

 


She had sat in the back watching the week long proceedings, listening to the  bickering of the prosecutor and defense attorneys.  The mound of evidence overwhelming. She had looked at the jury on many occasions, but couldn’t tell which way they leaned. Finally, the judge gave them their orders. She observed their  departure, which  gave nothing away.    Outside, she scrutinized from the wings of the courthouse while reporters  reported on the case of the century.  She left through the crowd, unconcern with  the verdict. Because when the judgement came  it wouldn’t matter either way. They simply had the wrong girl.

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