It's Still Life

THE HOSTILE WITNESS

His fate, governed by a clock. Break for tea. Break for lunch. Break his neck from the end of a rope. He trickles sweat like a nervous tide, and whispers, “I pray to God that she may lie forever.”

With unopened eye, movement of its blind swivel hidden, an old woman places her hand on the Bible, swears to God to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but …

“… a knife was at the girl’s throat?”

“Yes, she felt its blade cut her life short,”

“ … and is that assailant here in Court today, and did you see him?”

“Yes. I saw an him from a bird’s eye view … from above … hovering out of body …”

“So, you didn’t actually see him, madam.”

“No, you foolish man. I am blind. Even a blind man can see that.”

136 words, sans title. Written for dVerse Poets Prosery  max 144 words, including the following phrase, “I pray to God that she may lie, Forever with unopened eye,” by E.A. Poe. 

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