With no disrespect for those who practice law here is my short story for Wednesday write-in at Cake. Short and Sweet.
Prompts: fly in the ointment :: suspect :: fairytale :: green :: shame
I remember clearly that time when I was still a human: caring, loving… still a child. I could be brought to shame easily, and then I would get shy and distant. My life guidelines were drawn by my community, society and family and now it is all gone. Would you like to know why? Answer is easy enough: because I am a dirty lawyer.
Anger and green poisonous envy fulfills my life: it rules me, it moves me, it makes me feel alive. I practice law well and I know better than anyone that it is a game. For some, for those, who choose to play fair. For me, on the other hand, it is like having a dinner with fools. Those guys don’t know that I don’t have dignity, neither do I have loyalty, neither do I play by the rules. If someone suspects, I press them down to the ground with my big thumb of a dirty lawyer. And after the first one there is certainly no way back. I need to let you know: I have done this too many times.
I came to realization too late: my life is not a fairytale with a happy ending. The ending will definitely come with the blast. Would you like to know why? I am dirty lawyer, that’s why…