is breaking through a spotted tiny window of old and moody castle. Dirty brick walls are absolutely covered with mold and fungs. They are tired and voiceless but yet, 'tis said, "Even the wall has long ears".
This placement in custody was authorized by a prosecutor, who cannot be considered independent person. He had signed a deal with his inner conscience many years ago. From time to time the night silence was interrupted by gravelly deep voice of this old man who slowly enters the camera and starts the interrogation.
«Tim Jones, you are charged with murder of your mother-in-law, Mrs Eleonor Jones, on Tuesday, the 20-th day of August… All witnesses prove your guiltiness. Are you confessing to the murder of the woman?», he said it, as usual, without any sympathetic emotions.
Prosecutor’s gaze strays across the deep, cold walls, into the realm of shadows that hides the young man with crazy doe-eyed stare.
Looking around the room and wringing his hands anxiously, David answers,
« No… Eleonora was insane. She beat me black and blue, apparently. She was totally furious those night. She threaten to cleave my head. It was just a self- defenсe»…. I must tell him the truth in detail to save myself.
«Mr. Jones, the spots of blood were noticed on your hands and clothes. The neighbours heard the last scream of Mrs Jones, and they found you near the body. What do you have to say in a last response?» - the prosecutor added these facts with a smirk. It is my fifth case for today and what’s a boring job. The next liar tries to waste my time. Oh, is he really dreaming about release? Funny. I will put him to death.
Timmy detected prosecutor’s secret thoughts. Oh my God, he does not believe me, I am not looking persuasive. He will sent me in limbo for the rest of my life or put me to death. Prosecutor would never imagine my fear and pain. My body is bruised and I am so tired. It was just a mistake.
The note of moon sadness lighted his face, and he quietly answered,
«No».
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