Six Sentence Sunday: Full Metal Librarian XXVIII (Moo)

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I was called for jury duty while I was writing the chapter I raided for today’s sentences.

While everyone else read books, did sudoku, or compared strategies for getting themselves excused, I took copious notes on everything and asked a lot of questions.*

The two bailiffs they had babysitting all two hundred of us (they were selecting  juries for three trials at once) were just as bored as we were and happy to help me figure out dystopian stuff to do to our heroine . .  .

The processing room of the Regional Justice Center was jam-packed with sweating, tense bodies.   The whole place smelled like the festering locker room of a losing hazardball team.  But at least it was warm.

The efficient processing routine drew in the long line and wound it through an elaborate, electrified cattle chute, designed to keep the livestock from turning on each other out of boredom or simple cannibalism.  My cyborg shadow and I slowly threaded our way to the next available officer.

Who, as my luck would have it, immediately tagged me as the daughter of Monica Hermandine-Mykota, mass murderer.

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Previous Installments:
First ♦ Second ♦ Third ♦ Fourth ♦ Fifth ♦ Sixth
Seventh ♦ Eighth ♦ Ninth ♦ Tenth ♦ Eleventh ♦ Twelfth  ♦ Thirteenth
Fourteenth ♦ Fifteenth ♦ Sixteenth ♦ Seventeenth
Eighteenth ♦ Nineteenth ♦ Twentieth ♦ Twenty-first ♦ Twenty-second
Twenty-third ♦ Twenty-fourth ♦ Twenty-fifth ♦ Twenty-sixth
Twenty-seventh

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*No, I wasn’t chosen (couldn’t have been for one of them, since I knew one of the parties involved) and yeah, I was a little disappointed.

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14 thoughts on “Six Sentence Sunday: Full Metal Librarian XXVIII (Moo)

  1. And you let me hanging again with this six! LOL

    Might as well do research and write when you can. 🙂

    • Sorry, Jessica — but I might eventually, maybe, want people to read the whole thing . . . 🙂

      And no kidding! Plus, one of the clerks I met there has become my go-to contact person for legal info — if she doesn’t know, she knows who does.

  2. I hadn’t expected an electrified cattle shoot, but in hindsight, I’d be so disappointed if there wasn’t one! Thank you, thank you, thank you. My Sunday is off to a great start!

  3. “The whole place smelled like the festering locker room of a losing hazardball team.”

    Your voice is SO Janet Reid. I hope you’re going to finish this f—er and query her.

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