PROLOGUE
352 Words
Life isn't perfect, so don't expect a perfect story
-This court declares the indicted Eric Schnider guilty of the cold blooded murder of his wife and is sentenced to capital punishment. –
The judge bashed his gavel.
Probably, if it was possible, Schnider would have become even paler than he already was. Two policeman came near him, took him by the shoulders and lifted him up from his seat. Then they handcuffed him. The whole time he continued to watch his lawyer with pleading eyes. He probably hoped that there still was hope for him. But he was wrong. Nothing more could be done for him.
My lawyer smiled and looked at me. He had just saved me from an unjust sentence to death. At the beginning of the trial it seemed that we, I, had no chance to win: everything seemed to be against me, but, in the end, we made it.
I looked at my savior and smiled back at him: -Thank you sir.- I said.
-For what? I have to thank you for giving me an interesting challenge.-
Then he laughed. He was a pretty strange man in some ways. I continued to look at him and, for a moment, a shiver ran down my spine: probably I would never get used to his face. Or rather, to his eye. It was completely white: no iris, no sclera, no pupil. Only white. The creepiest thing was that , even if he was supposed to be blind from that eye, every time he looked at you, it gave you the impression that he was watching you, that he was watching your very soul and judging it.
Or maybe it was really just that: an impression. There really was no way of telling it. It wasn't like I could ask him "Hey, is your eye blind or is it watching me?". I would just give him the idea that I was crazy.
-Come on, let's have something to eat. I'm starving and there's a good restaurant near. Now that i think of it, the manager is one of my old clients.-
- Writer
