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Crisscross in Time
“Ladies and Gentlemen of the jury, what say you?” The judge’s authority filled the courtroom.
Trish held her breath. She had experienced this before in her warped past. The memories raced across the backdrop of her mind. She glanced across the courtroom. Would the jury see the case as she had or did they believe her presentation purely theatrical? Had she succeeded in swaying them?
The jury foreman stood. “We the jury find the defendant . . . guilty . . .”
Trish heard no more, dropping her head to her hands. The courtroom buzzed around her.
He remained in his seat, watching her.
What dawned as a bright and cheery day in a valley of Southeastern Idaho would change by nightfall. Trish could never have imagined where the day would take her. It wasn’t that she didn’t have a vivid imagination, for a legal mind she possessed what some might consider creative genius. Her creativity would one day serve to advance her career, if she survived long enough.
Having worked hard all week, she promised herself a solitary relaxing ride on Yedi, her prized Arabian. She looked forward to the ride in the brisk morning air as she guided Yedi to the west side hills of the valley. The ride invigorated her. She soon found her own laughter mingling with a gentle breeze; laughter that seemed out of place in the office and even more inappropriate in the courtroom.
Trish held her breath. She had experienced this before in her warped past. The memories raced across the backdrop of her mind. She glanced across the courtroom. Would the jury see the case as she had or did they believe her presentation purely theatrical? Had she succeeded in swaying them?
The jury foreman stood. “We the jury find the defendant . . . guilty . . .”
Trish heard no more, dropping her head to her hands. The courtroom buzzed around her.
He remained in his seat, watching her.
What dawned as a bright and cheery day in a valley of Southeastern Idaho would change by nightfall. Trish could never have imagined where the day would take her. It wasn’t that she didn’t have a vivid imagination, for a legal mind she possessed what some might consider creative genius. Her creativity would one day serve to advance her career, if she survived long enough.
Having worked hard all week, she promised herself a solitary relaxing ride on Yedi, her prized Arabian. She looked forward to the ride in the brisk morning air as she guided Yedi to the west side hills of the valley. The ride invigorated her. She soon found her own laughter mingling with a gentle breeze; laughter that seemed out of place in the office and even more inappropriate in the courtroom.
A Treasure Worth Cherishing
Chapter 1
Lee leaned over kissing Kimmy. They were alone for the first time all day. The late spring warmth reflected gently off the brick of Kimmy’s childhood home.
She smiled pulling back, “I’m never going to walk again.”
“You’re kidding, right?” Lee folded his arms in disbelief.
Kimmy shifted uneasily in her chair. “Do I look like I’m kidding?”
"Every doctor makes mistakes. Maybe . . .”
“. . .And I’m the one that gets to pay for it. Maybe you think I asked for this?” Kimmy indicated her wheelchair.
“I didn’t mean . . .”
“What did you mean?” Her hand settled close to the empty pitcher, her mother’s best.
Lee shook his head. “What about our plans? Are you just going to throw them away?”
"This is the best it’s going to get . . .”
Lee’s positive balloon of support over the past four years quickly deflated."I don’t want a wife in a wheelchair. I’m sorry.” Lee opened the screen door, making his escape. The front door slammed behind him.
Kimmy grasped the nearest thing, throwing the pitcher at Lee’s retreating form. “Son of a B----!” The pitcher hit the screen, breaking when it met the doorframe and shattering.
Lee leaned over kissing Kimmy. They were alone for the first time all day. The late spring warmth reflected gently off the brick of Kimmy’s childhood home.
She smiled pulling back, “I’m never going to walk again.”
“You’re kidding, right?” Lee folded his arms in disbelief.
Kimmy shifted uneasily in her chair. “Do I look like I’m kidding?”
"Every doctor makes mistakes. Maybe . . .”
“. . .And I’m the one that gets to pay for it. Maybe you think I asked for this?” Kimmy indicated her wheelchair.
“I didn’t mean . . .”
“What did you mean?” Her hand settled close to the empty pitcher, her mother’s best.
Lee shook his head. “What about our plans? Are you just going to throw them away?”
"This is the best it’s going to get . . .”
Lee’s positive balloon of support over the past four years quickly deflated."I don’t want a wife in a wheelchair. I’m sorry.” Lee opened the screen door, making his escape. The front door slammed behind him.
Kimmy grasped the nearest thing, throwing the pitcher at Lee’s retreating form. “Son of a B----!” The pitcher hit the screen, breaking when it met the doorframe and shattering.
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