Guilt - Flash Fiction

Pz-avatarby Yasmin Hozeil16 May 2020

She is walking in a straight line trying to hold a straight face while allowing her brain to think straight. Her tears are begging to flood. Her mind has already prepared the court. She opens the door. The jury is already there. She fixes her eyes upon the judge; it's her pride. She waits an eternity before the gavel calls: "found guilty".
They throw her in a cell where she can be freely straight.