Court day

Three months to the date and the order of the day is thus...A confession, a discovery and a witness.

The months dragged on and the heat and tension, despite the pelting rain, was so thick you can cut it with a knife. Later in the evening, between gourmet finger food and cherry red disguises a confession takes place and then an awkward silence follows, ending the question. Not the question that will eventually beg an answer and yet remain unanswered, because after all the real question was yet to be posed. Posed by the judge? The prosecution? Digested by the jury, all of whom had not yet received their summons.

At break of dawn, the light seeps through the window and a discovery takes place. It is disturbing. And it seems as if the glass dome taunted by a spider vein crack was ready to break. The bells of the cathedral have been rung and the archbishop has awaken. Has the inquisition begun?

There is panic in the air and the slightest whisper brings darting glances and reduces the average 72 beats per minute to half. Tick-tock, tick-tock goes the non-existent clock.

Civil law may very well become public law in this case. BUT the defendant is nowhere in sight, no plaintiff has come forward. The court cannot come to order.

The view is lonely at the witness stand. Me, myself and I. Dare I speak without being asked? The hearing is dismissed, at least until another day. Then the court comes together again, as it will day after day after day after day. No judgement shall pass but an explanation shall be expected, and soon.

The question is..when will that day be?