Small Evidence

Small Evidence


“Why didn’t you tell me about the gloves?”

“What gloves?”

“The gloves the prosecutor is fondling.”

“Maybe they are his gloves.”

“Look, he’s smiling at you.”

“Stop worrying; they’re not my gloves.”

“Do you wear gloves?”

“Sometimes.”

“He’s going to request you try them on…we’re dead.”

“I've got big hands, they won’t fit.”

“What’s he digging out of that box?”

“Looks like overshoes.”

“Do you wear overshoes?”

“Sometimes.”

“You can kiss freedom good-bye.”

“Not yet, I've got big feet. They won’t fit.”

“He’s reaching in the box again. Looks like a jock strap.”

“I’m dead.”



Word count: 99

Written for the 'Diaoluge 500 Contest