The court session proceeds. Enmity smiles at me
and I realize he has now taken the stance of
Prosecutor. I look around in confusion, noticing
all eyes are on me. I look down as all becomes
quickly clear; I was now standing in the
questioning stand for prosecution.
I look down at my hands and see the rose numbly
dangling in my finger tips. I gaze slowly around
the crowded courtroom, tracing each face looking
back at me…eyebrows of the onlookers rise in
silent judgments and scrutiny. My hands begin
to shake as the prosecutor approaches.
walks slowly my way...his blue eyes that once
entranced me now fill me with fear and shame.
“Here you are!” The gray man makes a grand
gesture towards me, mockingly, causing
all eyes to follow his presenting wave like I
was a spectacle to be seen.
eyes he walks towards me, a
smirk riding on his lips. He steps up to me only
inches away and I can now feel his presence,
cold and damp. I glance to a window where the
dove remains. A small glimmer of hope fills me
as I watch it, its eyes small but true through
the madness all around.
suddenly quickens and I look up sharply to meet
Enmity's eyes as he addresses me. “I know your
sins.” He whispers under his breath so only I
can hear. My mouth goes dry and my heart begins
to race. Afraid and feeling alone, I look
towards the judge but he looks back oblivious of
what is occurring.
re-directs my eyes to the dove, my Defendant in
white is now nowhere to be found.
Enmity laughs as he walks towards the window;
turning to me he shakes his head and leans upon
The dove does not fly, but remains as the man in
gray speaks on. “Did you really believe
for a minute…?” He laughs again and then
stops suddenly. “Sunlight!” He
exclaims to the court while keeping his hands
planted firmly on the seal behind him. He
continues on. “She thinks sunlight…”
Suddenly he walks briskly towards me and
snatches the white rose from my hand…”sunlight
and flowers can give you hope to leave me?!”
With rage he crumples the rose in his hand…the
petals falling broken to the floor, just as my
heart had so many times before. I lower my
head and watch the petals laying there, my hope
Enmity returns to the window. Without
hesitation he draws out a knife and slays the
dove with a ruthless blow. In shock, I reach
out in instinct with a gasp, words drained from
my body at the cruel sight. The bird lays
lifeless in his grip, its blood pouring down his
arm. The gray man’s hand is now stained red.
He throws the broken dove down before me, his
words are cold and dead. “True love, huh?"
he sneers now calmly. "Fool, you hope in a