This was an interesting prompt to work on – there are so many facets to explore. Here’s the one I was drawn to . . .
“Raise your right hand and read the words on the card,” the clerk directed.
“I do solemnly, sincerely and truly declare and affirm that the evidence I shall give, shall be the truth the whole truth and nothing but the truth.”
“Please state your name.”
“Beverley Tyler,” she replied confidently. A barrister for the prosecution approached the witness stand, a solemn expression on his face.
“Good morning, Mrs. Tyler. Can you please recount the events of the second of September last, for the court?”
Beverley turned to the jury, keeping her eyes deliberately averted from the dock. “I was walking home across the waste ground leading from the High Street to Wintersloe Crescent. I heard a muffled scream close by and went to investigate. I walked around the huge concrete slabs and . . . that’s when I saw them.
“The woman was on the ground, her face bruised and bleeding, her clothes ripped so badly she was practically naked. The defendant had a knife in his hand and he stabbed her. I moved away and phoned the emergency services.”
“Had you seen this man before?”
“Every day of my life – the murderer is . . . my brother,” Beverley sobbed.