"I'll be right with you, honey," Michael said to his wife who was watching Law & Order: Trial by Jury. She was waving a gavel in the air, which enhanced her viewing experience. He was caught up in a particularly difficult case. A woman had been murdered. There was much doubt as to the guilt of the defendant, but the state wanted him on death row. The governor was up for reelection, and the much-publicized case would be pivotal in the campaign. Michael believed the man was innocent. Michael knew he was. As the two had locked eyes, Michael had gazed into the man's soul. Most of the time it would have been different. Usually the defendant will have committed the crime. But within the mind of this particular man, Michael was not met with evil. Instead he saw fear, sorrow, and anger. He saw an old familiar enemy. He saw injustice.
"Michael, please come!" his wife hurried. "I need you to point out some of the judicial goofs in this episode." Michael obliged, nestling on the couch by her. She was feeling a little frisky. She brought the gavel down to Michael's crotch and gave him a gentle tap. "The handsome man is to be sentenced to a night of ecstatic pleasure with his wife!" she giggled. But Michael was in no mood for play. Like the dark about to veil their home into the night, the case was a ubiquitous shroud to his mind.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
"Michael, please come!" his wife hurried. "I need you to point out some of the judicial goofs in this episode." Michael obliged, nestling on the couch by her. She was feeling a little frisky. She brought the gavel down to Michael's crotch and gave him a gentle tap. "The handsome man is to be sentenced to a night of ecstatic pleasure with his wife!" she giggled. But Michael was in no mood for play. Like the dark about to veil their home into the night, the case was a ubiquitous shroud to his mind.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
Looks like we're not going down after all, so nevermind.
