The trial that had captivated half the town was nearing its conclusion. Abigail watched from her living room, while flipping through photos on her laptop.
The reporter was giving his analysis as to why Alcott Aldway would obviously be set free, as the murder weapon had never been found.
Abigail sighed as she glanced at the photo of Elsa and herself making duck faces outside the restaurant, no justice for poor Mrs. Bartley who had sat through weeks of hearing how her daughter had been cruelly hacked to death.
Suddenly her finger paused midair and she bent closer to the screen.
The juror was reading out the verdict.
“We find the defendant, not….”
“THE GYM…HE HID IT IN THE GYM!!”
All eyes turned in shock at Abigail who had burst into the courtroom screaming like a deranged banshee. She’driven in a far more crazed fashion, after having spotted Alcott’s face in the background of the photo, as he emerged from the old gymnasium.
Today, justice would be done, albeit not wholly by the system.
Written for: Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers