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Accused

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What is the best dream you’ve ever had? Recount it for us in all its ethereal glory. If no dream stands out in your memory, recount your worst nightmare. Leave no frightening detail out.

When my boss assigned to me the information about trials I was not thrilled at all. I had worked in culture and education and I liked it. Leave all that to begin to make reports about the world of delinquency didn’t appeal to me. But I had to do it.

Every monday I had to go to the court-house to check the notice board where they announced the trials for the week to decide which ones I would attend to make my reports. On the notice board appeared all the main data about the trials: the defendants with their names, the accusations against them, etc. I had attended a trial in which the defendant was obviously innocent and I was deeply impressed by his suffering, having his name tainted by the suspicion during the proceedings until the sentence pronounced him not guilty.

One night I dreamed I went to the court-house to check the notice board and I saw my name on the notices of three trials for the week. I was accused of robbery and as a drug dealer. I knew I was innocent. I felt a deep shame of being publicly accused of crimes I never did. I thought on my colleagues, the other journalists, who would see my name on the ominous notice board associated to such crimes and would have to write about me as a defendant, a criminal. I thought on my family. Their shame, their suffering. I felt fear.

I knew I needed an attorney, somebody who would explain to me how on earth I ended on the notice board without knowing nothing in advance, without being arrested by the police and charged, without knowing what exactly was against me. Only robbery and drug dealing. No information about what was robbed, to whom, when or what kind of drug dealing they were talking about. I felt completely lost, defenceless. Then I stumbled upon a friend of mine. A seasoned criminal attorney who used to solve all my questions. I asked him about my being summoned for three trials in one week to answer for crimes I knew nothing about, without any previous notice. He answered me happily: don’t worry: it sure is the new brief proceeding for quick trials! I woke up. Saved by the alarm clock.
Note: this was not the worst nightmare I ever had, but I remembered it because it felt so real and I had a lot of nightmares related to my job those years.

Daily Prompt: Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This).
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Scary

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You have a secret superpower: the ability to appear and disappear at will. When and where will you use this new superpower? Tell us a story.

A superpower again? I find very difficult to imagine a superpower working on me.

The other’s ability to appear and disappear scares me:

Once I made a report about a trial. The defendant was a very dangerous and violent criminal. He intimidated some key witnesses and at the end, despite the prosecutor’s efforts, was found not guilty and set free. He left our city. A year after the trial I had to go to the Court House to talk to some of my sources for another report and to attend another trial and suddenly I saw him. He was back in town. He was right there smiling menacingly at me. I knew he was not precisely happy with my reports.

I finished my interview and there he was waiting. His searching eyes and his scary smile glued on me. I went to a Court Room to attend a trial and there he was behind me. Watching me. The trial finished and he followed me outside the room. Always six feet behind me watching and smiling. Saying nothing. I was talking with my colleagues from other media as we were exiting the building and he continued behind us. Watching. Smiling. When I had to left my colleagues and go to a nearby parking lot I decided to face him. I said aloud: “someone is following us” and turned around to ask him what he wanted. And he suddenly disappeared! Nobody suspicious behind us. The others thought I was crazy.

Then I get really scared. Not knowing where he was, having to go alone to the parking lot I didn’t know what to do. By the time I reached my car I have looked every minute behind me out of fear to see him appear again being alone with no one to help me around. I locked de car’s doors and drove looking constantly at the rear view mirror. When I arrived to the newsroom I called to his lawyer to ask her why he was in town. She said “no idea” and she sounded more scared than me. He had his ways to let us know he was following us. Finally my boss advised me to call the police for protection.

Daily Prompt: Now You See Me.
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