“Has the jury reached a verdict?” the judge said, his tone clipped and fast. He held his breath and bladder tight.
The judge wallowed in his sweaty robes while the representative of the jury stood. With each passing second, the judge considered taking his wife’s advice and getting his prostate checked.
The old juror’s hands shook, verdict in his fingers. “Yes, your honor. We find the defendant guilty of talking in the theater and texting while driving.”
“Life in prison, the court is adjourned.” The judge pounded the gavel and rushed for the bathroom.
This was written for Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #115, judge. I felt lighthearted this week, what can I say?