Frame – A Drabble

Better judgement got caught in the traffic on I-Nerves. It didn’t reach my hand in time to keep it off the knife.
Obviously, CPR was useless so why the hell did I touch the murder weapon?
“Are we boring you, Miss Sinclair?” The judge hated me. I would bet a twenty his wife just dumped him. Hell, I would bet a twenty to life he closed my case before he even opened it.
Grief, despair and rage formed a smog around my brain but I pushed through. “No, your Honour.”
They hadn’t even looked into Greg’s shady friends that hard.

This story was written based on this prompt.

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Somewhere in Quebec City, Aheïla works as a Game Design Director by day and writes by night. Known for her blue hair, unyielding dynamism and tasty cooking (quails, anyone?), she’s convinced “prose is the new crack”. She satisfies her addiction daily on The Writeaholic’s Blog and weekly on Games' Bustles View all posts by Aheïla

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