“The Butler did it!” they shouted.
The maid had been found face down in the ornamental pond.
He could feel the oppression in the air as the crowd surrounded him.
The police swept him away, his time of stifling confinement had begun.
The verdict came back ‘not guilty’ and so freedom waited.
But there are cells without bars, the world had made its own judgement
and it shunned him. Freedom still waited.
They found him hanging from a tree, the cool wind swinging his body as
freedom finally came.
A note in his pocket:
This time the Butler did it.
(100 Words Flash Fiction – for TSS August competition)
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