The Blind Date and the Moon
"Now that the court had heard all the evidence in the case of Ms Shelly Maynard versus the state," the judge's baritone voice reverberated through the small room, "we now transfer power to our jury." All eyes floated to the side where a silent panel sat anxiously. "Representative of the jury, have you come to a unanimous verdict?" Tension flooded the small courtroom; Ms. Maynard began to perspire.
An older man stood from his chair, full moon gleaming through the window above him. "Your honor, we find the defendant," his voice wavered, "guilty."
"No!" Shelly shot up waving her cuffed hands wildly. "I told you, he's not dead! I didn't kill my blind date!" She plead.
The judged slammed his gavel down. "Ms. Maynard, sit down, now!"
Shelly struggled as the bailiff shoved her back in her seat, constraining her. "He's not dead!" She hollered. "He turned..." She groaned. "A creature! No, please, you have to protect me from him!"