Flash Fiction: Judge

“Just breathe and let these buttoned-up dweebs put a bow on your case and you’ll be home-free.”

Easy advice from the side of the table that should be on Juan’s, but they were correct.

After several weeks of testimony, no solid evidence could pin Juan as the shooter.

The judge called the lawyers to the bench: The gun in question was discovered late last night, and the fingerprints matched Juan’s. 

Before the gavel sealed a twenty year sentence, Juan’s “friends” could be heard scurrying out of the courtroom like a couple of rats.

Word Count: 95

Prompt:

Weekend Writing Prompt #115

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