Write a short story that takes place in a courtroom.
Alone, the public gallery empty. Officials milled about below me, poncing about in gowns with self-righteous, self-imposed importance. The sentenced twelve shuffle along the benches looking more ill at ease than the one on trial. All Rise. In he comes, all wig and stiff upper lip. Aristocracy no doubt. He addresses the jury, reaffirming the oath just undertaken, to try the charges against the Defendant, and you will decide them according to the evidence. No reply is required. Police bring in the accused. Regardless of the oath, all know he will do the opposite of telling nothing but the truth.