The Weight o’ No Shirt, No Shoes

Judge Lamont’s eyes glided back & forth ‘tween the 2 weights, the hammer he held hanging in the air. Sweat drenched his face.

On the left was a smoothly gray robe so fluffy one could see the fluff; on the right was a pair o’ mahogany sandals with beach leaf patterns carved in the wood.

“Sir, you must pick in the next minute or you get nothing.”

Lamont’s hand shook for a second, & then pounded.

“Sandals it is.”

Lamont’s breathing was harsh on the train ride home. He could only hope his pet pillow likes sandals.


Justice, Robe, Sandals