Peering over glasses perched at the end of his nose – the judge looked at the defendants seated before him. It was just another day in his judicial service. Just another string of defendants jumpsuited in faded yellow, manacled to each other.
Just another day in paradise.
He let his gaze slip over each “in custody†in a slow, deliberate way, taking in the appearance and demeanor of each.
Seated at the table was a gaggle of young and eager public defense attorneys. They did their job – defending the guilty – well, with eagerness, fervor and mostly smiling faces.
“Call the first case, madam clerk,†he bellowed into the overhead mic.
“Case number 62-43690, Judge,†she replied.
A timid hand raised from the midst of the in custodies and the judge tried to act less surprised than he felt. What was SHE doing here? In chains? Hair unwashed and tousled? Yellow jumpsuit and blue tenny-runners with pink socks?
“Charge, Mr. District Attorney?â€
“Minor consuming, Judge.â€
“I see. Thank you. Now, Miss Michaels, this is what I am going to do. I need to recuse myself and let Judge Olsen continue with your arraignment. Do you understand?â€
He tried not to smile as she nodded and he noticed her trembling lips and a tear working its way down her cheek.
Leaving the courtroom he took off his robes and went to the Bailiff’s office. “I’ll be posting bail for 62-43690, Josh. But I have a favor to ask. Don’t let her know the bail has been posted until the morning.â€
“Sir?â€
“You see, I always promised my kids that if they were arrested they would spend a night in jail before I bailed them out.â€
“Aha! Yes, sir. I’ve got it.â€
Fully robed again the magistrate reentered the courtroom.
“All rise! The court is back in session, the Honorable William Michaels presiding.â€
He adjusted his glasses once again, looked over the remaining prisoners and boomed into the mic again. “Next case, please.â€
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Those deliberate trifecta judges . . . erm . . . EDITORS have challenged us with the third definition for DELIBERATE. Here are 329 (or 330 – depends on the program) of mine . . . bring on your own. There is still time.
I like that he’s leaning on the plan he’d made, apparently, years ago. Bet he hoped he’d never need to. Damn kids. 🙂 Thanks for linking up, Barbara! Love this.
I love this piece – The details are so descriptive, right down to the teeny-runners with pink socks. And I love “teeny-runners”. Here in the east they call them “sneakers” which I’ve never gotten used to, but my kids have. I still call them tennis shoes or tennies for short. My kids call drinks soda and I call it pop but we still manage to communicate, exactly what this judge is doing in your great piece.
A good dad would have raised his kids right to make sure they never made it to jail 😉 haha Great piece. I love dad’s little bit of punishment!
Kids from good families get in trouble too. I can attest to that.
Katie atBankerchick Scratchings
I agree, Katie – I’m sure Draug thought her comment was funny, but it is presumptive to think that “good” anythings – dads, moms, kids – don’t make mistakes. Underaged drinking in one such mistake many people make. I see it everyday – in courts – in the papers – on the news media outlets.
I did tell my girls they would need to spend a night in jail if they were ever arrested. They were never arrested – but that does not have anything to do with me. Personal Responsibility is key – when we make mistakes we OWN them – pay the price – go on and learn . . . hopefully.
thanks for your comments.
I wasn’t implying that good parents don’t make mistakes. I was attempting to make light of a bad situation in a piece of fiction. It’s good that the kid’s embarrassed with a night in jail. Go Dad woo. Maybe now the kid will learn.
I really liked this. With a lot of the creative writing pieces I read they go to a dark or sinister place so that was my first thought when I started reading. It was nice to see it turn around to something completely different.
Good for the judge – I like the parenting style 🙂
Every day I pray that my kids “get” what we try to teach them. They are still young, but if their poor decisions landed them in trouble, I like to think I’d let them sit in it for a bit. A quick rescue doesn’t really teach a lesson, other than consequences aren’t that painful.
Oops. It’s one thing to have to face the ‘rents when you do something wrong, but when dad is the judge… whoo!
Sounds like a father I know. Hard line!
Terrific description and flow, Barbara!