Short Story Idea

On a night filled with unexpected occurances, the world was suddenly confronted with an enormous happenstance dripping with predictability. The dark sky was streaked with the verdict of an inevitable: the assassination of summer. The night before the sun rose to light the first day of school, five accusations were hurriedly pinned on the supposed conspirators. It was in this atmosphere that we find a small dilapidated barn in the backyard of a retired accountant. This barn is to be the courthouse in which the conspirators will be tried at sun-up.

Inside the barn, a frantic meeting is taking place amongst the overseers and supporters of the trial. In actuality, there were very few people who possessed either the will or energy to oppose. An atrocity had taken place and the bottom line was that someone needed to be punished for it. The most zealous of the prosecutors was an unusually tall eleven-year-old boy who possessed a stern and serious gaze that was not usually attained until a much older and more serious age. Pacing the length of the barn, his powerful presence was absolute, the only sound that could be heard was the crunch of straw beneath his steady step and the droning song of the late august cricket. It was clear that anyone who opposed him would fall immediately. About twenty folding chairs were set up in preparation for the morrows' audience. In the fifth chair of the third row sits a nine-year-old girl at odds with her conscience.

Earlier that afternoon she received an urgent message delivered by a boy on a red bicycle requesting her legal expertise in what was to be the most important and scandalous trial of t he year. Having participated in the trial against the kidnappers of winter break not too long ago, the girl, who's name was Shannon, understood the importance of assigning blame and of doing so as quickly as possible, yet, she felt a tug on her conscience each time she thought of using her legal skills to convict people whom she knew were likely as innocent as she was.

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