He sat at the table. The courthouse was quiet as the jury entered. As the last few filled their seats, he began to laugh. All turned to look at him, their eyes wide in horror. He knew he should stop, but he couldn’t. The joke wouldn’t leave his mind alone.
“Mr. Hamilton, do I need to send your client to the chambers?” the judge asked before turning to the jury. “Have you reached a verdict?”
More laughter filled the courtroom.
“We have, your honor. We find the defendant guilty of this beast of a crime, murder in the first degree.”
For the Indie Ink Writing Challenge this week, trencher challenged me with “A character can’t get a joke or some gut bustingly funny image out of their head. But they’re at a funeral, or working at a suicide hotline, or some other place where it would be bad form to break down into gales of laughter. What now?” and I challenged Amanda Lynn with “A magic wand, a set of wings, and a little fairy dust is all I needed to get through this so-called life. This line must be the first or last sentence of your story. It should be no fewer than 300 but no more than 600 words.”
Lance at My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog has a brand new challenge out. He offered us the song “Take Me to the Pilot” by Elton John and we have 100 words to write what we are inspired by it. This was mine. Where’s yours?
The Trifecta Writing Challenge. As always, a one word prompt is offered, using it’s third definition, and you write using no less than 33, no more than 333 words. This week’s word was beast noun ˈbēst