Copyright 2013 by Ernest Kinnie
The World of Shadow
My wicked foster mother called me an evil, lying, little tramp, and came at me with a very sharp knife. That was a seriously bad mistake. Sweet Uncle Dave was put on trial for murder and I was sent to another foster home. When I testify, Uncle Dave’s lawyer told me to act cute, a little scared, and say how lucky I am to have such a wonderful uncle.
“Ms. Shannon, may I call you Alice?” He’s not too bright, and talks like a toad.
“Oh yes, please do.” Glance nervously around the room. Shake a little. I am a very, very good actress.
“Thank you Alice. Would you tell the court where you were on the night your foster mother, Mrs. Delancy, was murdered?”
Oh my, he made a big booboo there. I burst into hysterical tears, jumped out of the witness box and ran down the aisle past two cops who smashed into each other trying to catch me. I’m also a very, very fast runner.
After they gave me a delicious chocolate ice cream cone, double dip, I was back on the witness stand. Oh my, all those eyes looking up at me, so full of concern and pity. Humans are so gullible, except for a guy with a Santa Claus beard in the back of the room, but he’s too skinny for the role. He knew I was just having a little fun.
“Ms. Shannon, where were you on the evening of October 24th?”
“I guess I was home. I’m always home.”
“Yes but...a...the 24th of October was the evening when the police came. Do you remember that evening?”
“Oh sure. I always watch the Billy Wiggly Show. He’s so cute.”
Skinny Santa was smiling and enjoying my show. The lawyer was not.