Exercising his right to a trial, Heathcliff leaned to his attorney, with heated garlic breath, “I will get off, just wait ‘n see.”
Slamming his briefcase on the table, the accuser tossed in his papers and stormed out of the courtroom, breathing hard, “just wait, you idiot, I will nail you to the wall.”
Heathcliff’s attorney whispered, “what do you think you can prove, Heathcliff? You know they caught you red-handed.”
“If they think they can just push me around like some pile of spaghetti, they’ve got another think coming.”
“How ‘bout you sauce your mouth, ‘bout now, ‘fore you end up in jail.”
Originally published at http://prolificpulse.blog on June 5, 2019.