Today's OneWord: Trial

Heather was going to be put on trial. She knew that as soon as she was whisked away in the cramped police car, whirling down main street with several onlookers lifting their heads from their shopping bags and their fancy convertibles and their children’s fallen ice cream cones to watch the display. She would be charged with murder.

Not just any murder. The murder of a bastard who tried to ruin her life. Why couldn’t ruining one’s life be a felony or federal offense?

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