Another man dragged to the gallows, another jury filing out of his courtroom. Judge Turpin was having a busy day. He had barely had time to catch his breath between sentences.
Turpin thumbed through the file on the next sinner to enter his court. “Tobias Ragg. Theft.” He said aloud to himself then gestured to the usher, the only man left in the room aside from himself, to let in the jury and have the young boy prepared to plead his innocence. So wearing, they always plead innocent. He thought. It would make my job so much easier if they simply pleaded guilty so the trial could be short and clean.
Once the jury had settled and silence had fell the usher told the court to rise “for the Honourable Judge Turpin.” This was his cue to climb the stairs to his podium.
He went through the formalities then the boy, Toby, was lead into the witness box. The crowd, so cruel, booed him on arrival. But then again, he did deserve it. Sinner.
“State your name and crime for the court.” He drawled in his baritone, staring intensely at Toby.