The lawyer, the cube & the mirror

Presenting: A harrowing tale of human trafficking, and ghosts who will not go quietly into the night.

Written for Six Sentence Stories: a weekly writers’ challenge hosted by Denise at Girlie on the Edge blog. This week’s cue word is STRUCTURE

The lawyer, the cube & the mirror

I’m wearing my blue suit and gold tie, combing my hair in the bedroom mirror before I leave to act as defence lawyer on day one of the trial.

I’m trying to ignore the people I can see behind me in the reflection of the mirror; sad human beings with heads bowed, their breathing stuttered, their eyes averted from my gaze but the senses of which I can feel staring into my soul with utter damnation.

Ever since I accepted the case I’ve been having trouble with mirrors, as well as a recurring vision of a cube which appears in my apartment; a structure with tiny air holes drilled into each side, and I hear dreadful noises from within this cube – fingernails scraping, knuckles rapping and feet kicking, but no voices do I discern, yet, I know the cube is full of people – suffocating, hauling each breath before them as though it were their last, the gasp of an infant, the death rattle of a grandmother, the wheeze of a man, and the smell… leeching from the holes like rotten vegetables and meat on the turn, bodily fluids, no words, no voices, no screams – just coughing and hacking and the giving up of lungs.

You all saw the news, of the Asian migrants found suffocated in the back of a truck during a random border check; bodies of all generations crammed three and four apiece inside crates labelled as Chinese washing machines.

My client told me she was ready to give up the rest of her trafficking gang in a trade-off for a lighter sentence, and I told her I believed I could represent her to achieve such a thing.

But mirrors and visions… and as I make my way to court on day one of the trial, in the rear view mirror of my car I am troubled by the Asian woman sat on the back seat with a dead child in her arms, and the way her eyes are imploring me to do the right thing as a wordless vapour escapes her blue lips, and I, yes, I, I know that when I face my client and the prosecution and the judge in court in just twenty minutes time… I know I will tell them I can no longer defend such an inhuman crime.

The lawyer, the cube & the mirror written by Ford.

Digital cube art by Ford and Lunapic. 20 Oct 2022.

Atomic Mage editor Ford Waight. Wasp? What wasp? Where?

26 comments

    • Thanks Nick. It could have gone either way I guess, but having the shit scared out of him by ghosts made up his mind fast! 3D modelling, me, nah, leave that to the talents of FT 😎

      The wasp graf art is awesome but I couldn’t credit it as the artist remains anonymous. 25 degrees October heat, full blast sunshine at the graf park, and I turn up in a fleece-lined German parka, shirt and tie, jeans and boots for a photo session lol 😂🤣 Should see some of the other pics, I look like I’m about to faint!

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  1. Harrowing tale, hauntingly told, Ford. Man’s inhumanity to man (and women’s to women) And finally someone listening to their conscience. The problem comes when we start regarding people as numbers and not human beings like ourselves.

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  2. Jenne spoke/wrote my first response*

    For all of its offensiveness, the actions of all can be instructive (which in the world of the Outsider, is of significant value) in a painful way. The depths to which we can descend and the capacity for correcting with right action.

    thought-provoking Six, yo

    *a non-surprise and compliment** to my own sense of the story
    ** funny thing about this place… the common sensibilities but, then again, probably not so unexpected, given the first common quality, i.e. a willingness (and ability) to see the world from additional perspectives… just that some Sixarians are more skilled than others, such as Jenne and Doug and them

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