His knuckles turned white as he gripped the table before him for support.
Anticipating the outcome was proving far more difficult than he’d imagined.
Judge Ray looked up from the white sheet of paper and asked the foreman, ‘How do you find the defendant on the charge of first-degree murder?’
Guilty, Your Honour, said the even voice , securing the defendant’s fate.
Gasping in relief, Joseph released his hold and looked triumphantly over at the brute who had murdered his sister in cold blood.
Written for Five Sentence Fiction's Prompt: Secure
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