| "A Visitor for Emily" Lady FC #2 |
| ����������� "No, you must stay here." The officer stated, locking the only door to the judge's chambers.� "We'll come get you right after the deliberation." The door shut, cutting all ties to the outside world. ����������� Chris sighed.� "Alone at last." Even if it was dreadfully boring and plain. ����������� "Alone?� That's what you think.� That's what I thought." Came a voice from behind the large mahogany desk furnished with a large plush swivel chair.� The chair turned revealing a girl about sixteen in a dress from the late Civil War era. ����������� "Who are you?" Chris asked.� He hadn't seen the style of dress she had on since watching "The Hunley" on NBC.� Surely no one dressed like that anymore. ����������� "It's not important, but I was called Emily, and this is James." The girl motioned to a boy about twenty years old, who seemed to appear from thin air.� Chris gasped.� The boy was dressed in clothes from the late 16th century. ����������� "I'm Chris.� Been here long?" He offered trying to make conversation.� He smiled, so did the girl. ����������� "Yes, too long.� What are ya in fer?" Emily's accent matched her clothes. ����������� "Violation of the peace.� You?" Chris took a seat on a hard wooden bench that matched the judge's desk.� He could feel the cold stare of the other young man. ����������� "I don't really know.� James here is in for misuse of a firearm." James shifted his gaze and smiled as Emily looked up at him. ����������� "Oh," Chris shrugged.� He got up and walked over to a painfully straightened bookcase.� He ran his fingers over the separate volumes of judicial code.� "Have you looked at any of these?" he asked as he heard the clicking of locks. ����������� "Time to go, Mr. Kirkpatrick." Chris turned to the sheriff. ����������� "But what about . . ." He trailed off as he turned back to the desk, only to find it empty.� "I could've sworn there was a little girl and a young man sitting there." He looked at the desk, then the sheriff.� The sheriff shrugged. "There WAS. Bye James. Say good-bye, Emily." The sheriff closed the door quietly behind him, and Chris could have sworn he heard 'Bye Chris, Do come again,' float out of the empty room. |
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