Uhm, excuse me!?
I am a 50s housewife who has been framed for the murder of her husband. I have pleaded with a lawyer, with my family, with my friends. Somebody, anybody, help me! I didn’t do it, I cried to the court. I loved him, I cried to the jury. I would never, could never, I cried to the lawyer.
A jailer rattles the bars of my cell. “Visitor.” He states plainly. I am ecstatic, finally someone bearing news, hopefully of the good sort.
It is my friend. My best friend.
“Best regards.” She mocks as she hangs up the phone. She holds a fancy new bag clutched in her filthy fingers as she strolls from the visitors room.
The lawyer returns a few hours later. “Life sentence.” He says. It doesn’t look good on the prisons reputation to execute a woman. Lucky me.
Best regards, that little *****! If I ever see her face again, I’ll actually earn that life sentence.
Another tic on the wall.