Set in a corner of the courtroom, Joan saw a white art-piece, which looked as if it was melting on the pedestal it stood on. The water beneath it, dissolving it further.
“Who’s the petitioner?”, questioned the lady with a large diamond ring, of course – the advocate of pretense – an intern with a law-firm.
Joan’s lawyer stepped up. “We are, where’s your client?”
She measured him up. Clearing up her throat, (like you always need to, to make way for big words), she said – “Out for work, the hearing would be void”
“We’ll get another date”
Both looked away.
As they waited for the judge, Joan sat in a corner, wondered what this case was about.
Today she wanted to avenge the constant doubt, the irrelevance of innocence, questions on goodness and good things, smothering complaints and the oscillating, ornamental love, born out of need, fear and loneliness.
She was pitted against people, high on placebos of righteousness and arrogance. But little is it known, that the extreme delivers the man. You’re the richest and most potent, when you have nothing to lose.
She would come again. It had been an interesting world, which never failed to entertain. There was so much she knew about the truly delicate and so much and so many- that she wanted to care for.
The hearing got over. As she prepared to leave, she took another glance at, virtually, the symbol of purity and wished to reinstate its impeccability.
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